Ooh, my trip is finally over. It was fun. But it was also known as the
trip from hell to me. And I think after that trip I know hate dogs. I've
never really liked them but my aunt brought her beagle dog with her. And
lemme tell ya, I felt like beating it after that trip. And worst of all it
was a sixteen hour car ride down to florida. My aunt didn't want to take a
plane cause it's to (quote on quote) expensive. And then since I brought
my friend, we had to cram in back with my lil bro and the friggin dog!! My
other bro got the front the whole way. Argh!! But florida was fun. We
went to Pensacola. I now want to live in Toronto, Canada and Pensacola,
Florida and then somewhere in Japan when I grow up. I hope I'm rich.
Hahaha. Most likely I won't be. But there's a gleam of hope. Well,
here's the 4th chapter, and since I'm getting a lot of reviews I'll
probably keep this story going. :)
Oh yea, and I've decided on just calling Ninamori Eri, Ninamori, from numerous amounts of complaints. I'm sorry but I just didn't know which one to use before. Sorry! ^-^
Ok, enough of my incoherent rambling. Bust out the popcorn and read......
On second though, you may be getting sick of popcorn. So.....BUST OUT THE LICK-N-STICKS!!!! Sorry if you don't know what they are. Oh yea, and while you're at it. Grab a candy cigarette. They're nummy. And better yet, you can't get cancer. ^-^ One more thing. Cigarettes (Cancer Sticks) are bad for you!!!!
Hehe, I'll shut-up now.
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Hippies in Room Fourteen; Chp. 4:
Naota stops his moped outside of a cheap ass motel 6. He shudders at the thought he has to spend the night here, but his on his budget he can't afford a good motel. Well, he's just happy he wasn't caught by the police. He grins and looks around. The parking lot is occupied with a couple of beat up and rusty cars. Nothing special like a jaguar or hummer or whatever. Just plain dumb junky cars.
Naota makes sure that his moped is not parked by any of them, but by a group of trees making it hard to be seen. He then unloads his stuff from the bike and wonders to himself why he brought so much crap he probably won't need. Like, he doubts he will need the pillow he managed to cram into his backpack. But he figures if he had to sleep outside he will want a pillow instead of cut up pieces of cardboard. He had to do that once with Mamimi on a bench. It had been terribly stiff and made his neck sore for a few days. He kept thinking that everyone who walked by probably thought they were runaways. Or at least that he was.
Naota swifts all his stuff onto his back and trudges towards the door. A car suddenly whips around a corner in the street and screeches into the motel 6 parking lot. It nearly hits Naota but he jumps out of the way in time. The car stops and a young man steps out, about eighteen. He has long brown hair and is wearing long baggy clothes. Brown sunglasses sit on his nose even though it's still dark out. He reminds Naota of a hippy.
The guy looks at Naota, "oh, sorry bro, did I hurt you?"
Naota shakes his head and begins to walk into the motel when the car door opens again. A girl about his age steps out. She is wearing a short blue and white checkered dress. Her hair is long and red, flowing down her back. She is incredibly beautiful. The girl smiles at Naota and then links her arms with the younger man's arm.
Naota sighs and moves sluggishly into the building as the couple begins taking piles upon piles of stuff out of their trunk. Naota walks up to a counter of the motel. Earlier he had made a reservation for the motel. The surely looking man at the counter turns to Naota.
"Yes, young sir?" The man has a crisp southern American accent. Naota briefly wonders if the man is from America.
"Yes, I have a room," Naota hands the man a credit card.
"Ok then, your name?"
Naota stumbles for a second, "Nadaba Ta-kun."
The man clicks away on a computer and then scans the card, "Ok, it's all set. Your room is number fourteen." He hands Naota a key. Naota takes it quickly and rushes off down a hallway seeing the couple enter the building. He feels a strange urge to stay away from them. Naota looks at the wooden door with a peeling sign that says fourteen on it. He grumbles and inserts the key through the key reader and enters the room.
The first step into the room Naota knows it is going to be a rough night. A rancid puke smell hangs in the air of the room and makes him feel sick. And he nearly runs into a table as he stumbles into the room. He curses and tries desperately to find a light switch. When he does, he looks in despair at the tiny square room.
A small cot type bed is pushed into one corner of the room. An old cruddy tv is on a tray and the table he almost tripped over is a piece of crap on four legs. Naota throws his stuff onto the cot which collapses entirely under his stuff.
Suddenly there is a shuffling at the door and it flings wide open. Naota shouts out in surprise as the couple he saw outside is standing there. They also look at him in surprise.
"Well, lookie here, Ted. We've got ourselves a little boy in our room." The girl his age says.
Ted frowns, "what are you doing in here, boy? This is our room."
"No, this is my room," Naota says sharply.
Ted and the girl look confused, "what!?"
"I was assigned room number fourteen." Naota nearly shouts.
They still look confused. "Well I'll be," the girl looks grumpy, "I'm going to talk to that awful man out there." They both head out, Naota follows. Together they march up to the counter.
"Look mister, you gave us three the same room!" Ted shouts at the man.
Naota and the girl nods. The man looks utterly bewildered, "what do you mean the same room?"
"You assigned us both room fourteen," Naota says crossly.
The man shrugs "so, what am I supposed to do about that?"
The girl fumes and screams, "FIX IT!!!"
The man jumps but tries to remain cool, "let me see what I can do." He begins to click away at the computer and then shakes his head, "I'm sorry, we're full."
"What!?" They all say loudly.
"You'll either have to share or one or two of you have to leave, but we'll give you all a discount if you choose to share," the man says with his smug accent.
The couple looks at each other, "well, we are not leaving!"
Naota shakes his head, "I'm not. I got the room first."
Ted suddenly sees there is no other way, "then how about we share? You can have that pathetic cot and we'll take up the floor."
Naota feels himself grow mad but he just decides to be nice even though his instincts say, 'throw them to the streets!' Naota sighs, "I guess."
The girl smiles, "thank you so much."
The man nods, "we are eternally grateful."
Naota sighs and nods, "whatever." He heads back to the room with them following. Naota suspects there will be barely room for one yet alone three. Naota sighs as they all enter the room. He then sees this trip as what it is turning out to be, 'the trip from hell.'
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Okie, sorry I didn't write much, but I don't have much time. I have to go soon and I want to do some other writing. So I thought this would be a great place to leave off. Yea right. Suspense, ain't it? Haha, oh well. Oh yea, notice? I used my trip from hell in there. Haha. Oh yea, and so you're not mistaken. I'm sure Motel 6 is not as bad as I'm making it out to be. I just wanted the hotel that they stay at to be really gross. See ya later!
Love ya bunches!!
Oh yea, and I've decided on just calling Ninamori Eri, Ninamori, from numerous amounts of complaints. I'm sorry but I just didn't know which one to use before. Sorry! ^-^
Ok, enough of my incoherent rambling. Bust out the popcorn and read......
On second though, you may be getting sick of popcorn. So.....BUST OUT THE LICK-N-STICKS!!!! Sorry if you don't know what they are. Oh yea, and while you're at it. Grab a candy cigarette. They're nummy. And better yet, you can't get cancer. ^-^ One more thing. Cigarettes (Cancer Sticks) are bad for you!!!!
Hehe, I'll shut-up now.
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Hippies in Room Fourteen; Chp. 4:
Naota stops his moped outside of a cheap ass motel 6. He shudders at the thought he has to spend the night here, but his on his budget he can't afford a good motel. Well, he's just happy he wasn't caught by the police. He grins and looks around. The parking lot is occupied with a couple of beat up and rusty cars. Nothing special like a jaguar or hummer or whatever. Just plain dumb junky cars.
Naota makes sure that his moped is not parked by any of them, but by a group of trees making it hard to be seen. He then unloads his stuff from the bike and wonders to himself why he brought so much crap he probably won't need. Like, he doubts he will need the pillow he managed to cram into his backpack. But he figures if he had to sleep outside he will want a pillow instead of cut up pieces of cardboard. He had to do that once with Mamimi on a bench. It had been terribly stiff and made his neck sore for a few days. He kept thinking that everyone who walked by probably thought they were runaways. Or at least that he was.
Naota swifts all his stuff onto his back and trudges towards the door. A car suddenly whips around a corner in the street and screeches into the motel 6 parking lot. It nearly hits Naota but he jumps out of the way in time. The car stops and a young man steps out, about eighteen. He has long brown hair and is wearing long baggy clothes. Brown sunglasses sit on his nose even though it's still dark out. He reminds Naota of a hippy.
The guy looks at Naota, "oh, sorry bro, did I hurt you?"
Naota shakes his head and begins to walk into the motel when the car door opens again. A girl about his age steps out. She is wearing a short blue and white checkered dress. Her hair is long and red, flowing down her back. She is incredibly beautiful. The girl smiles at Naota and then links her arms with the younger man's arm.
Naota sighs and moves sluggishly into the building as the couple begins taking piles upon piles of stuff out of their trunk. Naota walks up to a counter of the motel. Earlier he had made a reservation for the motel. The surely looking man at the counter turns to Naota.
"Yes, young sir?" The man has a crisp southern American accent. Naota briefly wonders if the man is from America.
"Yes, I have a room," Naota hands the man a credit card.
"Ok then, your name?"
Naota stumbles for a second, "Nadaba Ta-kun."
The man clicks away on a computer and then scans the card, "Ok, it's all set. Your room is number fourteen." He hands Naota a key. Naota takes it quickly and rushes off down a hallway seeing the couple enter the building. He feels a strange urge to stay away from them. Naota looks at the wooden door with a peeling sign that says fourteen on it. He grumbles and inserts the key through the key reader and enters the room.
The first step into the room Naota knows it is going to be a rough night. A rancid puke smell hangs in the air of the room and makes him feel sick. And he nearly runs into a table as he stumbles into the room. He curses and tries desperately to find a light switch. When he does, he looks in despair at the tiny square room.
A small cot type bed is pushed into one corner of the room. An old cruddy tv is on a tray and the table he almost tripped over is a piece of crap on four legs. Naota throws his stuff onto the cot which collapses entirely under his stuff.
Suddenly there is a shuffling at the door and it flings wide open. Naota shouts out in surprise as the couple he saw outside is standing there. They also look at him in surprise.
"Well, lookie here, Ted. We've got ourselves a little boy in our room." The girl his age says.
Ted frowns, "what are you doing in here, boy? This is our room."
"No, this is my room," Naota says sharply.
Ted and the girl look confused, "what!?"
"I was assigned room number fourteen." Naota nearly shouts.
They still look confused. "Well I'll be," the girl looks grumpy, "I'm going to talk to that awful man out there." They both head out, Naota follows. Together they march up to the counter.
"Look mister, you gave us three the same room!" Ted shouts at the man.
Naota and the girl nods. The man looks utterly bewildered, "what do you mean the same room?"
"You assigned us both room fourteen," Naota says crossly.
The man shrugs "so, what am I supposed to do about that?"
The girl fumes and screams, "FIX IT!!!"
The man jumps but tries to remain cool, "let me see what I can do." He begins to click away at the computer and then shakes his head, "I'm sorry, we're full."
"What!?" They all say loudly.
"You'll either have to share or one or two of you have to leave, but we'll give you all a discount if you choose to share," the man says with his smug accent.
The couple looks at each other, "well, we are not leaving!"
Naota shakes his head, "I'm not. I got the room first."
Ted suddenly sees there is no other way, "then how about we share? You can have that pathetic cot and we'll take up the floor."
Naota feels himself grow mad but he just decides to be nice even though his instincts say, 'throw them to the streets!' Naota sighs, "I guess."
The girl smiles, "thank you so much."
The man nods, "we are eternally grateful."
Naota sighs and nods, "whatever." He heads back to the room with them following. Naota suspects there will be barely room for one yet alone three. Naota sighs as they all enter the room. He then sees this trip as what it is turning out to be, 'the trip from hell.'
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Okie, sorry I didn't write much, but I don't have much time. I have to go soon and I want to do some other writing. So I thought this would be a great place to leave off. Yea right. Suspense, ain't it? Haha, oh well. Oh yea, notice? I used my trip from hell in there. Haha. Oh yea, and so you're not mistaken. I'm sure Motel 6 is not as bad as I'm making it out to be. I just wanted the hotel that they stay at to be really gross. See ya later!
Love ya bunches!!