Identity
Notes: Yo, this is Sarah and Emily, aka TheCrazeeBunny and OopsBoom aka OopsBunnyBoom. We had three rules as we scribbled this business in Starbucks today-1.Make it make sense(unlike a lot of Sarah's previous stuff and Emily in general) 2.Make it funny and 3. Cursing cursing cursing! This takes place next year, late December.
She had to get away. Social services are a bitch, she thought to herself as she was driving the stolen red Ferrari down the interstate towards California. She passed a sign that said: LOS ANGELES.429 miles.
"Fuck," she muttered to herself, "might as well listen to some of this bastard's CD's so long as I'm on the road."
As she swerved down the road, she put on the CD that was in the player. People honked at her. She flicked them off. She pressed play.
"Oh what a beautiful mo-ornin'." the man on the CD sang. Loud.
"Fuck! It's Oklahoma!"
"O-oh what a beautiful da-ay!"
"NOOOOOOOO!" She shouted, pulling the car to a stop right in the middle of the road. Someone honked. She did nothing. She looked through the other CDs. "My Fair Lady? The King and I?! The Sound of Music! Sound of Music my ass!" She shouted, throwing the CDs out the window, and sat back, pissed off. Then she realized she'd better fire up the engine again in case some nice policeman stopped by and found out she didn't have a license and the Ferrari was stolen. She started the car back up and drove on, listening to Curly sing to Laurie about the pretty little surrey with the fringe on top. What the hell was a surrey anyway? No music was worse than bad music, she figured, so left the crappy showtunes on, driving towards Los Angeles and driving away from New York.
Five hours, forty three minutes and twenty six seconds later, she was in LA. She spotted a shady looking hotel. Perfect! She thought, and parked the car. She ran into the curb, though.
"I didn't do it." She mumbled, and went inside.
She walked up to the reception desk, where a man with a weird ass fashion sense was typing something up.
"Gimme a room."
"Sorry, we don't have-"
She pinned the man up against the wall. "Look. I have had a really bad day. I've been on the road for fourteen hours, I'm PMSing, and I benchpress 250 so give me a damn-" she stopped and looked at where her hand pinned his neck up against the wall. "Are you aware that you're green?"
"Uh.yes, could you let me up.please?" He choked out. She let him go. "Room 425, have a nice day!" He smiled.
To be continued.Or not??!!!. Yeah it will.
What did you guys think? Review and we'll love you forever!
Notes: Yo, this is Sarah and Emily, aka TheCrazeeBunny and OopsBoom aka OopsBunnyBoom. We had three rules as we scribbled this business in Starbucks today-1.Make it make sense(unlike a lot of Sarah's previous stuff and Emily in general) 2.Make it funny and 3. Cursing cursing cursing! This takes place next year, late December.
She had to get away. Social services are a bitch, she thought to herself as she was driving the stolen red Ferrari down the interstate towards California. She passed a sign that said: LOS ANGELES.429 miles.
"Fuck," she muttered to herself, "might as well listen to some of this bastard's CD's so long as I'm on the road."
As she swerved down the road, she put on the CD that was in the player. People honked at her. She flicked them off. She pressed play.
"Oh what a beautiful mo-ornin'." the man on the CD sang. Loud.
"Fuck! It's Oklahoma!"
"O-oh what a beautiful da-ay!"
"NOOOOOOOO!" She shouted, pulling the car to a stop right in the middle of the road. Someone honked. She did nothing. She looked through the other CDs. "My Fair Lady? The King and I?! The Sound of Music! Sound of Music my ass!" She shouted, throwing the CDs out the window, and sat back, pissed off. Then she realized she'd better fire up the engine again in case some nice policeman stopped by and found out she didn't have a license and the Ferrari was stolen. She started the car back up and drove on, listening to Curly sing to Laurie about the pretty little surrey with the fringe on top. What the hell was a surrey anyway? No music was worse than bad music, she figured, so left the crappy showtunes on, driving towards Los Angeles and driving away from New York.
Five hours, forty three minutes and twenty six seconds later, she was in LA. She spotted a shady looking hotel. Perfect! She thought, and parked the car. She ran into the curb, though.
"I didn't do it." She mumbled, and went inside.
She walked up to the reception desk, where a man with a weird ass fashion sense was typing something up.
"Gimme a room."
"Sorry, we don't have-"
She pinned the man up against the wall. "Look. I have had a really bad day. I've been on the road for fourteen hours, I'm PMSing, and I benchpress 250 so give me a damn-" she stopped and looked at where her hand pinned his neck up against the wall. "Are you aware that you're green?"
"Uh.yes, could you let me up.please?" He choked out. She let him go. "Room 425, have a nice day!" He smiled.
To be continued.Or not??!!!. Yeah it will.
What did you guys think? Review and we'll love you forever!
