Chapter Twelve:
CRIMSON LUGIA: Well, I'm updating, cuz I just read this review, and I didn't want you to rarg at your screen. Computers have feelings, too. ROTFL, good luck on the piano hunt. I am soooo glad that someone got my Pain/Spain thing, when my own mother... and father... and all of my friends at school didn't get it, I was starting to feel slightly more insane than usual.
I ran this story by one of my friends at school, and she was *cough* kind enough to tell me that "Rudy and Penny are only ten years old, thank you very much." So, for I guess this story takes place more around the thriteen-year-old range.
And now for some would be shameless self-advertisement, if I were advertising myself. My.. err... DEAREST *cough*not*coughcough* cousin Erin asked me to tell you peoples to read her original story To Catch A Fred on fictionpress.net. She told me to tell you that it is a laugh, and, yeah. Oh, and that it's based on a true story. So, out of the KINDNESS of my heart, I chose to post the link here.
Okay, so maybe it's not out of the kindness of my heart, more along the lines of being threatened with an evil skewer of doom, but I HAVE CONQUERED THE SKEWER!
*Sigh* Only one reviewer... even though Crimson reviewed twice, that's still an all-time low.... YOU HATE ME!
Okay. Well, I guess the only way to make you stop hating me is to update, so here goes.
Car drives. Horrid, long, miserable car drives. Cramped, stuffy, bad air conditioning. Annoying polka music played on the radio, with the father talking on and on about beef. And pork. And lamb. At least, that's what Rudy thought of when he heard the words 'car drive.' Then again, he'd never traveled in a van full of kids before. Chelsea's mother, Willow, sat in the front seat, with Chelsea next to her. In the next row back sat Chelsea's two brothers, Eli and Matt, along with Rudy, behind them sat Penny, Jenelle, and Jenelle's brother Ron. In the fourth row were Brittany, Megan, and Andy. Or, at least, that's how it was when they left. But this was a six-row van, not a mini-van, and pretty soon everyone had spread out all around the car. Ron had out his sony PS2 and a tiny, poor- resolution TV, and he and Brittany were playing each other. Penny had brought along her laptop for internet access, and it had a built-in DVD player, so Chelsea, Jenelle, Penny, and Rudy were watching The Two Towers Extended in the back row, which seated five people. And way up in the front were Andy and Eli, singing Ninety-Nine Bottles Of Cheeze Whiz on the wall. Megan looked up from her gamboy every five minutes to tell them to shut up. Naturally, they sang louder, "Eighty-nine bottles of Cheeze whiz on the Wall."
"SHUT UP!"
"Merry, the trees are talking."
"HA! Beat you again!"
"He's twitching because my axe is imbedded in his nervous system!"
"Three Bottles of Cheezewhiz on the Wall."
"Finally, they're done!"
"Negative one Bottles Of Ceezewhiz on the Wall."
It went on and on.
"We're here!" Willow had shouted from the front seat.
"Negative One-thousand three-hundred twenty se-- What?"
"C'mon!" Penny dragged Rudy out of the car and up the front steps.
"Is this where you live?" Rudy asked.
"No. This is Andy's house. We usually hang out here, because downstairs they have this room with all these closests, and in each of the closets we keep a TV with a game system. They have four small TV's, and one big screen in the main room, along with two N-64's, two Gamecubes, two X- Boxes, a PS1 and a PS2."
"Penny... that's eight game systems, but only five TV's."
"Well, yeah, but sometimes we use two of the same system at once."
"So... where do you live." Rudy asked, watching everyone file down, taking dibs on the screen. Rudy had never been one for video games, and judging by the look on Penny's face, she wasn't either.
Penny considerably brightened at the mention of her Maine house, "Well, it's not really our house. We call it Camp, and when we lived her we only stayed there in the summer, because in the winter time you can't reach it from the main road- it's snowed in. But in the winter time, I loved it there. It was a great place to think. Very quiet. We didn't get running water 'til I was five, and electricity when I was eight. We had this water pump in the middle of the floor, and when I was younger, my Dad would hold me up and let me grab the pump handle, and I would ride it down to the floor, watching the water come spurting out into the bucket. We would do this over and over until my arms were too tired to do anything more." She paused, reminiscing, "Do you want to go?"
"What... don't tell me you can drive at thirteen in Maine."
"No. We'll get Chelsea's oldest brother- Jacob, he's seventeen- to drive us. He'll take any chance he gets."
*~*~*~*
"Remind me again why we had him drive us?" A very dizzy Rudy asked, clutching his car seat for dear life.
"He's the fastest way to get there, Rudy. Now keep your mouth shut, you look positively green, and you know Jacob'll make US clean up the car if YOU make a 'mess'"
Rudy only nodded, and clutched the seat a little tighter.
*~*~*~*
"Rudy. Lean against this tree. Now, deep, slow breaths. Would you like some water?"
Rudy shook his head.
"I'll go get you some." Rudy shook his head again, but Penny continued, "Trust me, it'll help. Take it from two years of his driving. When he first got his learners permit, not even Andy could hold it down."
Rudy turned a deeper shade of green.
"Sorry... forget that image. I'm getting that water, and don't you say anything about it. I don't want you to choke on it or something."
Rudy colvulsed forward.
"Sorry... sorry.... yeah. I think i'll be getting that water." She turned and rushed toward the small cabin, yellow with red trim, under her breath, she scolded herself, "Boy, Penny, your a genious. Well, what good are those brains if you can't even show concern without making it worse."
When she came back, Rudy apparently had his nausea under control, so Penny passed him the glass. Rudy downed it swiftly, and laughed, "You'd think after riding rapids in the Amazin' River, Going around Chalkzone on a baby's back, getting fought over by birds, hang gliding, and many other things, that I would have gotten motion sickness by now."
Penny pushed aside the feelings of guilt that came with thoughts of Chalkzone, leaving it int he predicament it was in. In MELINA'S hands. She couldn't go anyway, her parents would be home soon. She exchanged glances with Rudy, and knew he was thinking the same. In an attempt to brighten the mood, she said, "And yet those things that don't make you sick in Chalkzone make you sick here, and here I'm absolutely fine. Must be the chalkdust."
***SOMEWHERE IN CHALKZONE***
Snap: If I didn't no better, I'd say someone just said that I make her sick!"
***AT 'CAMP'***
"You know, If I didn't know better, I'd say that a chalk person just said that I said that he makes me sick."
"Must be the pollen." Rudy suggested.
"You know, if we stay out here, you'll get eated alive. The mosquietos aren't so bad this time of year, but the midges had a second hatch, and the winds dying down."
"....."
"Midges can't stand the wind, but when they come back, they mass around you. They don't have a proboscis, and instead have powerful jaws. You end up pockmarked with a hundred miniscule scabs. The mosquitos you can stand, as they get tired of your blood after a week or so, and go to attack some unfortunate tourist. Midges have extremely short lifespans, so that is not a problem." Penny said in typical Penny Sanchez fashion.
'Typical Penny Sanchez fashion', the thought suddenly struck Rudy that she wasn't talking with that accent anymore. He suddenly realized that she was GLAD to be away from her old friends. He gripped his stomache, still feeling a little queezy. He forced a smile for Penny, "Midges... eaten alive... doesn't sound that good. Let's go inside, shall we?"
CRIMSON LUGIA: Well, I'm updating, cuz I just read this review, and I didn't want you to rarg at your screen. Computers have feelings, too. ROTFL, good luck on the piano hunt. I am soooo glad that someone got my Pain/Spain thing, when my own mother... and father... and all of my friends at school didn't get it, I was starting to feel slightly more insane than usual.
I ran this story by one of my friends at school, and she was *cough* kind enough to tell me that "Rudy and Penny are only ten years old, thank you very much." So, for I guess this story takes place more around the thriteen-year-old range.
And now for some would be shameless self-advertisement, if I were advertising myself. My.. err... DEAREST *cough*not*coughcough* cousin Erin asked me to tell you peoples to read her original story To Catch A Fred on fictionpress.net. She told me to tell you that it is a laugh, and, yeah. Oh, and that it's based on a true story. So, out of the KINDNESS of my heart, I chose to post the link here.
Okay, so maybe it's not out of the kindness of my heart, more along the lines of being threatened with an evil skewer of doom, but I HAVE CONQUERED THE SKEWER!
*Sigh* Only one reviewer... even though Crimson reviewed twice, that's still an all-time low.... YOU HATE ME!
Okay. Well, I guess the only way to make you stop hating me is to update, so here goes.
Car drives. Horrid, long, miserable car drives. Cramped, stuffy, bad air conditioning. Annoying polka music played on the radio, with the father talking on and on about beef. And pork. And lamb. At least, that's what Rudy thought of when he heard the words 'car drive.' Then again, he'd never traveled in a van full of kids before. Chelsea's mother, Willow, sat in the front seat, with Chelsea next to her. In the next row back sat Chelsea's two brothers, Eli and Matt, along with Rudy, behind them sat Penny, Jenelle, and Jenelle's brother Ron. In the fourth row were Brittany, Megan, and Andy. Or, at least, that's how it was when they left. But this was a six-row van, not a mini-van, and pretty soon everyone had spread out all around the car. Ron had out his sony PS2 and a tiny, poor- resolution TV, and he and Brittany were playing each other. Penny had brought along her laptop for internet access, and it had a built-in DVD player, so Chelsea, Jenelle, Penny, and Rudy were watching The Two Towers Extended in the back row, which seated five people. And way up in the front were Andy and Eli, singing Ninety-Nine Bottles Of Cheeze Whiz on the wall. Megan looked up from her gamboy every five minutes to tell them to shut up. Naturally, they sang louder, "Eighty-nine bottles of Cheeze whiz on the Wall."
"SHUT UP!"
"Merry, the trees are talking."
"HA! Beat you again!"
"He's twitching because my axe is imbedded in his nervous system!"
"Three Bottles of Cheezewhiz on the Wall."
"Finally, they're done!"
"Negative one Bottles Of Ceezewhiz on the Wall."
It went on and on.
"We're here!" Willow had shouted from the front seat.
"Negative One-thousand three-hundred twenty se-- What?"
"C'mon!" Penny dragged Rudy out of the car and up the front steps.
"Is this where you live?" Rudy asked.
"No. This is Andy's house. We usually hang out here, because downstairs they have this room with all these closests, and in each of the closets we keep a TV with a game system. They have four small TV's, and one big screen in the main room, along with two N-64's, two Gamecubes, two X- Boxes, a PS1 and a PS2."
"Penny... that's eight game systems, but only five TV's."
"Well, yeah, but sometimes we use two of the same system at once."
"So... where do you live." Rudy asked, watching everyone file down, taking dibs on the screen. Rudy had never been one for video games, and judging by the look on Penny's face, she wasn't either.
Penny considerably brightened at the mention of her Maine house, "Well, it's not really our house. We call it Camp, and when we lived her we only stayed there in the summer, because in the winter time you can't reach it from the main road- it's snowed in. But in the winter time, I loved it there. It was a great place to think. Very quiet. We didn't get running water 'til I was five, and electricity when I was eight. We had this water pump in the middle of the floor, and when I was younger, my Dad would hold me up and let me grab the pump handle, and I would ride it down to the floor, watching the water come spurting out into the bucket. We would do this over and over until my arms were too tired to do anything more." She paused, reminiscing, "Do you want to go?"
"What... don't tell me you can drive at thirteen in Maine."
"No. We'll get Chelsea's oldest brother- Jacob, he's seventeen- to drive us. He'll take any chance he gets."
*~*~*~*
"Remind me again why we had him drive us?" A very dizzy Rudy asked, clutching his car seat for dear life.
"He's the fastest way to get there, Rudy. Now keep your mouth shut, you look positively green, and you know Jacob'll make US clean up the car if YOU make a 'mess'"
Rudy only nodded, and clutched the seat a little tighter.
*~*~*~*
"Rudy. Lean against this tree. Now, deep, slow breaths. Would you like some water?"
Rudy shook his head.
"I'll go get you some." Rudy shook his head again, but Penny continued, "Trust me, it'll help. Take it from two years of his driving. When he first got his learners permit, not even Andy could hold it down."
Rudy turned a deeper shade of green.
"Sorry... forget that image. I'm getting that water, and don't you say anything about it. I don't want you to choke on it or something."
Rudy colvulsed forward.
"Sorry... sorry.... yeah. I think i'll be getting that water." She turned and rushed toward the small cabin, yellow with red trim, under her breath, she scolded herself, "Boy, Penny, your a genious. Well, what good are those brains if you can't even show concern without making it worse."
When she came back, Rudy apparently had his nausea under control, so Penny passed him the glass. Rudy downed it swiftly, and laughed, "You'd think after riding rapids in the Amazin' River, Going around Chalkzone on a baby's back, getting fought over by birds, hang gliding, and many other things, that I would have gotten motion sickness by now."
Penny pushed aside the feelings of guilt that came with thoughts of Chalkzone, leaving it int he predicament it was in. In MELINA'S hands. She couldn't go anyway, her parents would be home soon. She exchanged glances with Rudy, and knew he was thinking the same. In an attempt to brighten the mood, she said, "And yet those things that don't make you sick in Chalkzone make you sick here, and here I'm absolutely fine. Must be the chalkdust."
***SOMEWHERE IN CHALKZONE***
Snap: If I didn't no better, I'd say someone just said that I make her sick!"
***AT 'CAMP'***
"You know, If I didn't know better, I'd say that a chalk person just said that I said that he makes me sick."
"Must be the pollen." Rudy suggested.
"You know, if we stay out here, you'll get eated alive. The mosquietos aren't so bad this time of year, but the midges had a second hatch, and the winds dying down."
"....."
"Midges can't stand the wind, but when they come back, they mass around you. They don't have a proboscis, and instead have powerful jaws. You end up pockmarked with a hundred miniscule scabs. The mosquitos you can stand, as they get tired of your blood after a week or so, and go to attack some unfortunate tourist. Midges have extremely short lifespans, so that is not a problem." Penny said in typical Penny Sanchez fashion.
'Typical Penny Sanchez fashion', the thought suddenly struck Rudy that she wasn't talking with that accent anymore. He suddenly realized that she was GLAD to be away from her old friends. He gripped his stomache, still feeling a little queezy. He forced a smile for Penny, "Midges... eaten alive... doesn't sound that good. Let's go inside, shall we?"