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Chapter Three: If I Only Had A Spare...
Everyone scurried out of the van to get a first-hand view at the damage. The three girls started fanning themselves, trying to get some comfort in the summer heat. Bob felt like he was going to have a heart- attack. He looked to his two friends for help.
"Vince?" he asked. "Do you know how to change tires?"
"Man, you know I always fell asleep in that class," Vince reminded. "Why can't you change it?"
"I slept in that class too!" Bob yelled.
"You two babies don't know how to change tires?" Lawson laughed. "I loved mechanics class! Move aside, and show me that spare."
"O-kay," Bob replied, searching the outside of the van for the spare tire. "Uh...I don't see one."
"No spare?" Lawson asked. "Sorry, man, can't help ya."
"This isn't happening," Bob moaned, placing his head against the van in disbelief.
"Ashley A., can we please go in the van?" Ashley Q. asked. "It's so ever hot, and I left my soda inside."
"Is your own comfort all you can think about?" Ashley B. remarked. "Can I have a sip of your drink?"
Ashley A. sighed in slight aggravation. "Come on," she said, taking them back inside the van.
"Man, what are we going to do?" Bob asked.
"Don't look at me," Vince shrugged.
"Well, duh! All we have to do is flag someone down," Lawson answered, rolling his eyes as if the answer was obvious.
"Hey, genius," Vince replied. "We're in the middle of nowhere! We have a better chance of walking back to that gas station!"
"Oh, sure. It's only an hour away!" Lawson remarked sarcastically.
"No, wait a minute," Bob cut in. "Flagging someone down isn't a bad idea."
"It isn't?" Lawson asked, not believing that he came up with a great idea for once.
"Well, what I meant was that it was a SAFER idea," Bob explained. "There's no way we're walking back to that dump in this heat."
"Which reminds me," Vince stated. "I'm thirsty. I grabbing my drink."
Vince went back inside the van and saw the girls sitting directly in front of a full-blasting air conditioner. He rolled his eyes, and grabbed his soda. Man, it felt good in there. He decided to stay in for a while.
"Turn the radio on," he said. "It's dull up in here."
"Turn it on yourself," Ashley Q. barked, not budging from her spot on the seat.
Ashley B. glared at her, then turned the radio on for him. Some ancient jazz spilled out from the speakers. Definitely not worth listening to. Ashley B. started searching the stations and it finally landed on some Eminem.
"Aww, man!" Vince groaned. "You guys listen to that junk?"
"No," Ashley A. answered. "But it's the only thing playing that seems to be coming in clear."
"I'd rather listen to static," he muttered, crawling out of the van. He'd rather face the heat than hear that mess.
"So, have we decided on what to do?" he asked upon reaching his two friends.
"We're just relaxing until some dope drives up," Lawson answered, pulling his hat down to shade his eyes better.
Bob couldn't believe this nightmare was happening. Stranded in the middle of nowhere with no spare tire, no water, and no clue on what to do about it. When he had graduated last month and then finally turned eighteen a few weeks ago, he was absolutely thrilled about this trip. Now he just wanted it to be over...
"What the heck?" Lawson asked, looking down the road.
The three boys stared as they saw an old pickup truck coming down the road at a slow, steady pace. Bob started waving his arms to get the guy's attention, and fortunately the man pulled over. A short, pot-bellied man with greasy clothes and a smoking cigarette came out.
"Anything I can do for you kids?" he asked, puffing a huge stream of smoke in their direction. Lawson started coughing after accidentally inhaling some. Vince smirked at him while Bob rolled his eyes.
"Listen, one of our tires blew, and we really need to be somewhere," Bob explained. His eyes started watering from the cigarette smoke. "You wouldn't happen to have a spare we could maybe BUY would you?"
"Sure, I've got a spare," the man chuckled. "Come over here and I'll give it to you."
The guys exchanged glances. Vince really didn't mind strangers that much, Bob was so stressed that he didn't care if the man was an escaped convict, but Lawson hated the idea of asking this guy for anything. Maybe he shouldn't have suggested the idea of flagging someone down...
"Let's see, I know it's here somewhere..." the man mumbled while digging around on the truck's flatbed. "Ah, here we go! One spare tire."
"Thanks, mister," Bob told him, taking it from him. "How much ya want for it?"
"Oh not much--fifty dollars ought to do."
"Fifty dollars?" Bob squeaked. Dang. He dug out his wallet and relunctantly gave the man fifty.
"Thanks, son," he replied, getting back in the truck. "Take care now, ya hear?"
He drove off out of sight, leaving the group of teens to themselves. Bob shoved Lawson the tire.
"Here," he said. "Toolbox is in the back somewhere."
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Chapter Three: If I Only Had A Spare...
Everyone scurried out of the van to get a first-hand view at the damage. The three girls started fanning themselves, trying to get some comfort in the summer heat. Bob felt like he was going to have a heart- attack. He looked to his two friends for help.
"Vince?" he asked. "Do you know how to change tires?"
"Man, you know I always fell asleep in that class," Vince reminded. "Why can't you change it?"
"I slept in that class too!" Bob yelled.
"You two babies don't know how to change tires?" Lawson laughed. "I loved mechanics class! Move aside, and show me that spare."
"O-kay," Bob replied, searching the outside of the van for the spare tire. "Uh...I don't see one."
"No spare?" Lawson asked. "Sorry, man, can't help ya."
"This isn't happening," Bob moaned, placing his head against the van in disbelief.
"Ashley A., can we please go in the van?" Ashley Q. asked. "It's so ever hot, and I left my soda inside."
"Is your own comfort all you can think about?" Ashley B. remarked. "Can I have a sip of your drink?"
Ashley A. sighed in slight aggravation. "Come on," she said, taking them back inside the van.
"Man, what are we going to do?" Bob asked.
"Don't look at me," Vince shrugged.
"Well, duh! All we have to do is flag someone down," Lawson answered, rolling his eyes as if the answer was obvious.
"Hey, genius," Vince replied. "We're in the middle of nowhere! We have a better chance of walking back to that gas station!"
"Oh, sure. It's only an hour away!" Lawson remarked sarcastically.
"No, wait a minute," Bob cut in. "Flagging someone down isn't a bad idea."
"It isn't?" Lawson asked, not believing that he came up with a great idea for once.
"Well, what I meant was that it was a SAFER idea," Bob explained. "There's no way we're walking back to that dump in this heat."
"Which reminds me," Vince stated. "I'm thirsty. I grabbing my drink."
Vince went back inside the van and saw the girls sitting directly in front of a full-blasting air conditioner. He rolled his eyes, and grabbed his soda. Man, it felt good in there. He decided to stay in for a while.
"Turn the radio on," he said. "It's dull up in here."
"Turn it on yourself," Ashley Q. barked, not budging from her spot on the seat.
Ashley B. glared at her, then turned the radio on for him. Some ancient jazz spilled out from the speakers. Definitely not worth listening to. Ashley B. started searching the stations and it finally landed on some Eminem.
"Aww, man!" Vince groaned. "You guys listen to that junk?"
"No," Ashley A. answered. "But it's the only thing playing that seems to be coming in clear."
"I'd rather listen to static," he muttered, crawling out of the van. He'd rather face the heat than hear that mess.
"So, have we decided on what to do?" he asked upon reaching his two friends.
"We're just relaxing until some dope drives up," Lawson answered, pulling his hat down to shade his eyes better.
Bob couldn't believe this nightmare was happening. Stranded in the middle of nowhere with no spare tire, no water, and no clue on what to do about it. When he had graduated last month and then finally turned eighteen a few weeks ago, he was absolutely thrilled about this trip. Now he just wanted it to be over...
"What the heck?" Lawson asked, looking down the road.
The three boys stared as they saw an old pickup truck coming down the road at a slow, steady pace. Bob started waving his arms to get the guy's attention, and fortunately the man pulled over. A short, pot-bellied man with greasy clothes and a smoking cigarette came out.
"Anything I can do for you kids?" he asked, puffing a huge stream of smoke in their direction. Lawson started coughing after accidentally inhaling some. Vince smirked at him while Bob rolled his eyes.
"Listen, one of our tires blew, and we really need to be somewhere," Bob explained. His eyes started watering from the cigarette smoke. "You wouldn't happen to have a spare we could maybe BUY would you?"
"Sure, I've got a spare," the man chuckled. "Come over here and I'll give it to you."
The guys exchanged glances. Vince really didn't mind strangers that much, Bob was so stressed that he didn't care if the man was an escaped convict, but Lawson hated the idea of asking this guy for anything. Maybe he shouldn't have suggested the idea of flagging someone down...
"Let's see, I know it's here somewhere..." the man mumbled while digging around on the truck's flatbed. "Ah, here we go! One spare tire."
"Thanks, mister," Bob told him, taking it from him. "How much ya want for it?"
"Oh not much--fifty dollars ought to do."
"Fifty dollars?" Bob squeaked. Dang. He dug out his wallet and relunctantly gave the man fifty.
"Thanks, son," he replied, getting back in the truck. "Take care now, ya hear?"
He drove off out of sight, leaving the group of teens to themselves. Bob shoved Lawson the tire.
"Here," he said. "Toolbox is in the back somewhere."
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