Okay. I'm not going to talk much before the stories, because there isn't
really much need, but I would like to give special thanks to Satori and
Mayrose for replying. If anyone else out there has replied hasn't been
posted yet, then I thank you, too.
Oh, and for those of you who think that the first part was based on my life, it sort of is. But this from here on out, it isn't at all. Or barely is. I just needed that part to help judge how Penny would act and react to certain situations.
Now, on with the fic!
"Come on, Mildred, I will not ask for directions!" Rudy's dad, Joe, sounded exasperated.
"I'm sorry Joe but I'm not going to drive around a city that we've never heard of in a state we've never been to for hours. I just want to get through this, and get on to my sister in Canada. Give her a nice housewarming party." She paused, looking out the window, "Say, why don't we ask that nice group of girls over there. They certainly seem to know what they are doing."
Rudy sighed. He just couldn't wait to reach their hotel, so that he could get his chalkboard out of his suitcase, and visit Snap. rudy hadn't even had time to say goodbye. Of course, that wasn't really his fault. His parents didn't often decide to take cross-country road trips on the last minute. But they were. Traveling through Freeport, Maine. The city of stores, as Rudy thought of it.
Rudy could hear his mother ask the girls, "You fine girls wouldn't happen to know the way to the Freeport Inn, would you?"
Rudy could hear a lot of giggling, and could hear them ouching one girl to the front, "Come on, Pen. You're the one who's good with maps and such."
"Oh, be quiet Chelsea." Rudy looked up sharply at the familiar voice. He quickly found the girl who said it. Her face was hidden from view, but from what he could tell, it didn't look like Penny. Her hair was straight like Penny's, but with sun-streaks. And Penny never wore jeans and brand- name T-shirts. The girl's voice hitched, "Mrs Tabootie?"
Then it was Penny after all.
I'm sorry that this part is reallllllllly short, but this just seemed like a good place for a cliffhanger. Ahh, yes, the fanfic readers worst nightmare. The Cliffie. 'Course, it's also the fic writers best friend. Guaruntees (almost) that you'll read the next part when it comes up.
Oh, and for those of you who think that the first part was based on my life, it sort of is. But this from here on out, it isn't at all. Or barely is. I just needed that part to help judge how Penny would act and react to certain situations.
Now, on with the fic!
"Come on, Mildred, I will not ask for directions!" Rudy's dad, Joe, sounded exasperated.
"I'm sorry Joe but I'm not going to drive around a city that we've never heard of in a state we've never been to for hours. I just want to get through this, and get on to my sister in Canada. Give her a nice housewarming party." She paused, looking out the window, "Say, why don't we ask that nice group of girls over there. They certainly seem to know what they are doing."
Rudy sighed. He just couldn't wait to reach their hotel, so that he could get his chalkboard out of his suitcase, and visit Snap. rudy hadn't even had time to say goodbye. Of course, that wasn't really his fault. His parents didn't often decide to take cross-country road trips on the last minute. But they were. Traveling through Freeport, Maine. The city of stores, as Rudy thought of it.
Rudy could hear his mother ask the girls, "You fine girls wouldn't happen to know the way to the Freeport Inn, would you?"
Rudy could hear a lot of giggling, and could hear them ouching one girl to the front, "Come on, Pen. You're the one who's good with maps and such."
"Oh, be quiet Chelsea." Rudy looked up sharply at the familiar voice. He quickly found the girl who said it. Her face was hidden from view, but from what he could tell, it didn't look like Penny. Her hair was straight like Penny's, but with sun-streaks. And Penny never wore jeans and brand- name T-shirts. The girl's voice hitched, "Mrs Tabootie?"
Then it was Penny after all.
I'm sorry that this part is reallllllllly short, but this just seemed like a good place for a cliffhanger. Ahh, yes, the fanfic readers worst nightmare. The Cliffie. 'Course, it's also the fic writers best friend. Guaruntees (almost) that you'll read the next part when it comes up.