2. Junefields
They exited there unair conditioned airport. It was heck outside.
"It never was this hot back in Egypt." Complained Marik.
"I believe that." Mumbled Kaiba. Kaiba took off his coat and then his shirt. He was still wearing a tee shirt, and his necklace. He tightly folded it and stuffed them in his bag. The others never saw his arms before.
"Okay, were can we get a car?" Kaiba asked no one unparticular.
"Uh...I don't know." Said Tristan.
"Ask that person over there." said Bakura.
"That guy looks like he's sleep." said Yugi.
"How can you tell. I'll ask." Bakura hurried over to the guy. He wasn't sleep after all. After talking awhile Bakura came back over.
"What he say?" asked Marik
"He'll trade his pick-up truck for something from each of us. I gave him my sunglasses."
The other seven stated looking though their bags. Looking for something they could part with. Marik pulled out hi Rare Hunter rob. Kaiba pulled out his blue coat; the others got out thing that bought back memories. Bakura took the items back over to the man and he drove the pick up over to the teens.
"I'm driven!" shouted Joey.
"No, I don't think so." said Tristan
"And why not?" Joey asked.
"Remember what happened during Battle City. You-----"
"Yeah I remember, jeez it was a year ago."
"Good just wanted to make sure you remember. You still want to drive?"
After a rock, paper scissors match between Tristan and Marik they were all in their sections. Joey and Marik were in the front and the others in the back. Yugi and Bakura fell asleep and leaned on Kaiba. It was hot even when the sun was setting. It was about 998 miles till they got to England. Kaiba sighed deeply, he wonder if the class realized they weren't with them.
"What wrong Kaiba?" asked Tea.
"Nothing, it's just.... What if we never get back home or to London!"
"Don't worry, even though Joey's driving and could get lost in his own closet. I trust he'll get us there." Tea smiled. Kaiba smiled back.
"Thanks."
Marik had his head out the pick up truck window. He liked the wind on in his hair. He was sitting beside Joey, who was driving. Joey wasn't a bad driver, but not a real good one either. In the back, Bakura and Yugi both were still sleep. Kaiba was annoyed with the fact they both were still leaning on him. Duke complained about the potholes. Tristan and Tea complained about Joey's driving skills.
The truck came to a stopped at a gas station. The station looked like it been though 25 high school parties.
"It's time to switch." Marik told the others. Tristan quietly got into the passenger seat. Marik joined the rest in the back.
"Where are you going. Into the station for?" asked Marik. He followed him.
"Water."
"Oh.... Ewww!" Marik shrieked, "That lady got three chins!"
"What a rude child."
"What a fat lady." Replied Mark.
"Don't make me come over there."
"I'd like to see you try. Don't get stuck. Ya fat hippo."
"That's it." The lady wobbled from behind the counter.
"She going to eat me!" yelled Marik.
"Come here."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Marik ran out of the store. The lady leaned against the doorframe puffing hard.
They exited there unair conditioned airport. It was heck outside.
"It never was this hot back in Egypt." Complained Marik.
"I believe that." Mumbled Kaiba. Kaiba took off his coat and then his shirt. He was still wearing a tee shirt, and his necklace. He tightly folded it and stuffed them in his bag. The others never saw his arms before.
"Okay, were can we get a car?" Kaiba asked no one unparticular.
"Uh...I don't know." Said Tristan.
"Ask that person over there." said Bakura.
"That guy looks like he's sleep." said Yugi.
"How can you tell. I'll ask." Bakura hurried over to the guy. He wasn't sleep after all. After talking awhile Bakura came back over.
"What he say?" asked Marik
"He'll trade his pick-up truck for something from each of us. I gave him my sunglasses."
The other seven stated looking though their bags. Looking for something they could part with. Marik pulled out hi Rare Hunter rob. Kaiba pulled out his blue coat; the others got out thing that bought back memories. Bakura took the items back over to the man and he drove the pick up over to the teens.
"I'm driven!" shouted Joey.
"No, I don't think so." said Tristan
"And why not?" Joey asked.
"Remember what happened during Battle City. You-----"
"Yeah I remember, jeez it was a year ago."
"Good just wanted to make sure you remember. You still want to drive?"
After a rock, paper scissors match between Tristan and Marik they were all in their sections. Joey and Marik were in the front and the others in the back. Yugi and Bakura fell asleep and leaned on Kaiba. It was hot even when the sun was setting. It was about 998 miles till they got to England. Kaiba sighed deeply, he wonder if the class realized they weren't with them.
"What wrong Kaiba?" asked Tea.
"Nothing, it's just.... What if we never get back home or to London!"
"Don't worry, even though Joey's driving and could get lost in his own closet. I trust he'll get us there." Tea smiled. Kaiba smiled back.
"Thanks."
Marik had his head out the pick up truck window. He liked the wind on in his hair. He was sitting beside Joey, who was driving. Joey wasn't a bad driver, but not a real good one either. In the back, Bakura and Yugi both were still sleep. Kaiba was annoyed with the fact they both were still leaning on him. Duke complained about the potholes. Tristan and Tea complained about Joey's driving skills.
The truck came to a stopped at a gas station. The station looked like it been though 25 high school parties.
"It's time to switch." Marik told the others. Tristan quietly got into the passenger seat. Marik joined the rest in the back.
"Where are you going. Into the station for?" asked Marik. He followed him.
"Water."
"Oh.... Ewww!" Marik shrieked, "That lady got three chins!"
"What a rude child."
"What a fat lady." Replied Mark.
"Don't make me come over there."
"I'd like to see you try. Don't get stuck. Ya fat hippo."
"That's it." The lady wobbled from behind the counter.
"She going to eat me!" yelled Marik.
"Come here."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Marik ran out of the store. The lady leaned against the doorframe puffing hard.