Title: Secret Window…Secret Door…Secret Bathroom
Author: The Secret Toasty Pirate (me)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Emily and Brittany are out of corn! Gasp! And all the supermarkets on the face of the earth have burned down! All except one…convientley located in…dun dun dun…Tashmore Lake!
Chapter Two
Traveling to Tashmore Lake
Jeremy pushed his Etnie-clad foot down on the gas pedal, and off shot the red car down the street.
"Jeremy, stop moving the steering wheel around!" Emily shrieked at him from the backseat as he turned the steering wheel vigorously to the left and right.
"Shut up, I'm trying to drive!" he yelled back at her. He got to the end of the street and made a sharp right turn, sending Emily flying to the right. She landed on Brittany, who shoved her off immediatley.
The road from there was straight, but Jeremy felt it necessary to keep moving the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve into the other lane every so often. Luckily, there weren't any cars on that particular road.
Emily sighed heavily and leaned back into the seat. "Jeremy, don't ever get your liscence."
They were on the highway now. In a matter of minutes, they would be in Tashmore Lake, even though it is in a completely different state thousands of miles away from West Virginia. So, to make it more convinient and to cover up the plotholes, Emily, being the curious George she is, discovered a large red button underneath the seat in front of her.
"Oooh, a red button!" exclaimed Emily, bending over and examining the button. "I wonder what would happen if I poked it?"
"Emily, no, don't poke the--" began Brittany. Too late. Emily had poked the red button! Suddenly, the car sprouted wings and flew into the air at lightning-fast speed!
Emily's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. Brittany was holding on to David's seat for dear life; Jeremy was still pushing his foot on the pedal and turning the steering wheel, and David was sitting there, staring out the window and looking very much like he doubted his sanity.
"I'm high," said David flatly, staring out the window as the clouds rushed by them.
"Yes, we're all very high," said Brittany nervously, still cluthing the seat.
"No you retard...I meant...I must be high...there's no other way I--we--you...yeah, I'm stoned or something," said David, hitting his head against the window.
So, in five minutes, they had reached their destination--Tashmore Lake. The car descended from the sky onto a deserted dirt road in the middle of the woods.
"Where are we?" asked Brittany, looking out her window.
"Tashmore Lake," replied Emily, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
"I know that," she snapped. "I meant where in Tashmore Lake."
After driving a while (and hitting a couple of trees), they finally reached a lonely house.
"Stop here," ordered Emily.
"Yes, Commodore Emily," muttered Jeremy, stopping the car.
"Let's go and ask directions to the nearest supermarket."
"I don't know, Emily," said Brittany worriedly. "It looks rather dark and ominous...and kind of creepy. What if a mad, schizophrenic dorito-eating, mountain dew-chugging author lived in there?"
Emily stared blankly. "That was oddly specific." She paused. "Oh, who cares. We'll take our chances," she said impatiently. "And I really have to pee. Come on, let's GO!"
A/N Yes! Si! Wi! Okay. I must apologize, I tend to have alot of conversation and hardly any descriptive paragraphs. But we talk alot. So...there you be, savvies.