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Chapter Two: Bus Stop
The next morning finally arrived, much to Bob's dismay. He most certainly did not want to go to this camp, but what choice did he have? With Mr. Step Dad running the place, he couldn't very well oppose to anything he said. He already had his duffel bag packed and ready to go downstairs. He trudged down to the living room in his tee-shirt and blue cargo shorts. Sheila was down there already, getting ready to go to work at the Townsedge Mall....clothing department...Bob was NEVER going to work with her again, not after she made him try on a new shipment of old ladies clothes, and then got him blackmailed by Randall Weems.
"So, are you ready to get to the wonderful world of sports camp?" Sheila grinned sarcastically.
"No, but I'm sure you're thrilled about going to work."
"Only if you're there to try on the clothes."
Allison came into the room at about this time. She glanced over at her youngest child and smiled at him.
"You ready to go, Bobby?"
He rolled his eyes at his mother's ridiculous optimism. "I guess."
"Good bye, Dorkbert," Sheila muttered once they were out the door.
They were driving down the road when it struck Bob that no one would be home long enough to take care of Scrappy, but Allison seemed to read his mind.
"Don't worry, I'll feed Scrappy for you, and make sure he gets plenty of exercise."
"Thanks, Mom."
AT THE BUS STOP
When they got to the bus stop, Bob was a little shocked to see how many other kids were joining him. He wondered if their parents had forced them into going as well. He crawled out of the car with his duffel bag.
"Now, Bobby," his mother said. "Don't look so glum. I'm sure you'll find someone amongst these people that you know. You might even make a few new friends as well."
"Yeah right," he muttered under his breath as she drove away.
He turned to enter the humongous mass of kids, who were chatting away ninety miles an hour to each other. He wouldn't be surprised if he was the oldest kid out here. How embarrassing--a former king going to some cheezy summer camp! He was hoping nobody recognized him, so imagine his disappointment when he heard someone beside him ask,
"King Bob?"
He turned to face a African-American boy, about eleven years old in a bluish tee shirt with a green and yellow basketball jersey bearing the number one over it. He looked strangely familiar...
"Hey, are you that really athletic kid that was a fourth grader when I was king?"
"Yeah, don't you remember? Vince LaSalle, friend of TJ Detweiller and all those guys?"
"Oh yeah, of course," he replied. "How the heck did you get dragged into this?"
"My parents are going out of town, so they're sending me to this camp," Vince answered him. Why couldn't parents just let their kids be kids on their own turf?
"Really? Mine aren't even doing that, I think my step dad's trying to get rid of me or something." And he really did think this, he always felt that there was something strange about politicians.
"I highly doubt that; actually, I'm kinda glad it's a SPORTS camp they sent me too, I can't wait to start winning some stuff."
"Well, you're gonna have to beat me to them first," remarked another familiar voice behind them.
They turned around to face none other than Vince's worst enemy-- Lawson.
"Oh, man!" Vince moaned. "Don't tell me YOU'RE coming too?"
"Hey, it wasn't my idea," he argued. "It was my stupid parents'."
Well, this was just great. Here Bob was in the middle of a life-long rivalry between two of the biggest sports jocks he had ever met in his life. If that wasn't going to be a riot, he didn't know what was. He hoped they didn't argue the whole time they were at camp.
"Oh really?" Vince sneered. "In that case, you probably did something to deserve getting sent here."
"Hey, in case you haven't noticed, you're here too, LaStupid, so I wouldn't even start talking about me if I were you," Lawson replied, his temper starting to rise.
"Is that a threat?"
"No, that's a promise, one I intend on keeping."
"Will you two please can it?!" Bob interrupted them, getting tired of hearing it. "Arguing gives me a headache."
"Hope you brought plenty of aspirin," Lawson muttered.
"ALL RIGHT, YOU KIDS!" some guy in a camp-worker's outfit yelled through a megaphone, causing the fifty-something kids to hold their hands over their ears. "IT'S TIME FOR CAMP!!! SO GET ON EITHER OF THE TWO BUSES PROVIDED AND GET READY FOR FUN!!!!"
"Make that plenty of aspirin for everyone."
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And so it begins, the journey to camp, and already the three guys are arguing. Are they ever gonna be friends? Well, obviously so, since this is basically a sorta prequel to everything else I've written, but WHEN and HOW will they? Gotta keep reading to find out!
Spinelli Woods, Esq.: Yeah, I know...actually he's not smoking, but his friends are, there's gonna be a flashback about it sometime or another, so keep reading! Glad they're letting you post again!!
LilVickiRyan: Thanks! I usually post everyday unless I'm REAL busy, like on Sundays...glad they're letting you post again, too! Keep reading!
Chapter Two: Bus Stop
The next morning finally arrived, much to Bob's dismay. He most certainly did not want to go to this camp, but what choice did he have? With Mr. Step Dad running the place, he couldn't very well oppose to anything he said. He already had his duffel bag packed and ready to go downstairs. He trudged down to the living room in his tee-shirt and blue cargo shorts. Sheila was down there already, getting ready to go to work at the Townsedge Mall....clothing department...Bob was NEVER going to work with her again, not after she made him try on a new shipment of old ladies clothes, and then got him blackmailed by Randall Weems.
"So, are you ready to get to the wonderful world of sports camp?" Sheila grinned sarcastically.
"No, but I'm sure you're thrilled about going to work."
"Only if you're there to try on the clothes."
Allison came into the room at about this time. She glanced over at her youngest child and smiled at him.
"You ready to go, Bobby?"
He rolled his eyes at his mother's ridiculous optimism. "I guess."
"Good bye, Dorkbert," Sheila muttered once they were out the door.
They were driving down the road when it struck Bob that no one would be home long enough to take care of Scrappy, but Allison seemed to read his mind.
"Don't worry, I'll feed Scrappy for you, and make sure he gets plenty of exercise."
"Thanks, Mom."
AT THE BUS STOP
When they got to the bus stop, Bob was a little shocked to see how many other kids were joining him. He wondered if their parents had forced them into going as well. He crawled out of the car with his duffel bag.
"Now, Bobby," his mother said. "Don't look so glum. I'm sure you'll find someone amongst these people that you know. You might even make a few new friends as well."
"Yeah right," he muttered under his breath as she drove away.
He turned to enter the humongous mass of kids, who were chatting away ninety miles an hour to each other. He wouldn't be surprised if he was the oldest kid out here. How embarrassing--a former king going to some cheezy summer camp! He was hoping nobody recognized him, so imagine his disappointment when he heard someone beside him ask,
"King Bob?"
He turned to face a African-American boy, about eleven years old in a bluish tee shirt with a green and yellow basketball jersey bearing the number one over it. He looked strangely familiar...
"Hey, are you that really athletic kid that was a fourth grader when I was king?"
"Yeah, don't you remember? Vince LaSalle, friend of TJ Detweiller and all those guys?"
"Oh yeah, of course," he replied. "How the heck did you get dragged into this?"
"My parents are going out of town, so they're sending me to this camp," Vince answered him. Why couldn't parents just let their kids be kids on their own turf?
"Really? Mine aren't even doing that, I think my step dad's trying to get rid of me or something." And he really did think this, he always felt that there was something strange about politicians.
"I highly doubt that; actually, I'm kinda glad it's a SPORTS camp they sent me too, I can't wait to start winning some stuff."
"Well, you're gonna have to beat me to them first," remarked another familiar voice behind them.
They turned around to face none other than Vince's worst enemy-- Lawson.
"Oh, man!" Vince moaned. "Don't tell me YOU'RE coming too?"
"Hey, it wasn't my idea," he argued. "It was my stupid parents'."
Well, this was just great. Here Bob was in the middle of a life-long rivalry between two of the biggest sports jocks he had ever met in his life. If that wasn't going to be a riot, he didn't know what was. He hoped they didn't argue the whole time they were at camp.
"Oh really?" Vince sneered. "In that case, you probably did something to deserve getting sent here."
"Hey, in case you haven't noticed, you're here too, LaStupid, so I wouldn't even start talking about me if I were you," Lawson replied, his temper starting to rise.
"Is that a threat?"
"No, that's a promise, one I intend on keeping."
"Will you two please can it?!" Bob interrupted them, getting tired of hearing it. "Arguing gives me a headache."
"Hope you brought plenty of aspirin," Lawson muttered.
"ALL RIGHT, YOU KIDS!" some guy in a camp-worker's outfit yelled through a megaphone, causing the fifty-something kids to hold their hands over their ears. "IT'S TIME FOR CAMP!!! SO GET ON EITHER OF THE TWO BUSES PROVIDED AND GET READY FOR FUN!!!!"
"Make that plenty of aspirin for everyone."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
And so it begins, the journey to camp, and already the three guys are arguing. Are they ever gonna be friends? Well, obviously so, since this is basically a sorta prequel to everything else I've written, but WHEN and HOW will they? Gotta keep reading to find out!