REVIEWS ROCK Mii SOCKS! okay I'm calm..
I almost forgot to add this fact! Thanks to my friend, Stephanie for giving me the name "Steven" for Ryan's friend! Now, whoever can find out the coincidence between Ryan and Sharpay and their first friends, Rachel and Steven. If you know, post a review with the answer! Whoever gets it first will get brownie points! LoL. Sorry it'sa bit far in the story, but I forget things easily.
Sixth grade was the best year I've had school-wise. Maybe it was because my teacher was so cool. I mean, she wasn't cool as in, fashion "bling bling" kind of cool, but she rocked. Even if I had no friends at all, the teacher was funny. But I don't think I could forgive her for making us go to science camp. Blech.
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"Okay, everyone, I would like to make an announcement about our annual trip to Sempervirens Outdoor School." Ms. Vollov said. Oh crap, I forgot about that… We had to spend five whole nights at this stupid place in the forest area, learning about dumb things about trees and things like that. The whole trip is pointless. "I remind you, that we will be leaving in a week from now, so pack your bags!" I groaned. The bell rang for the end of the day and the teacher handed out papers to us at the door telling us what to bring and what not to bring. "REMEMBER THAT YOU CANNOT, I MEAN CANNOT BRING ANY ELECTRONICS, ELECTRIC THINGS, OR SCENTED OBJECTS LIKE LOTION OR PERFUME! IT ATTRACTS RACCOONS!" she hollered out the door. "Oh, and NO CELL PHONES!"
I almost fell over when I heard that. I stomped over to a bench, sat down on it, and crossed my arms in front of me.
"Sharpay, calm down." Ryan told me.
"But Ryan…how can I calm down? We have to spend FIVE WHOLE DAYS IN THE FOREST with absolutely no electricity, electronics, or scented objects!"
"I dunno, but we will…somehow." He said. "Oh well, come on, our ride's here."
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I begged and pleaded my whole family not to let me go, but the answer was all the same. "You have to go." I made Ryan pack for me because I was pissed off too much that I had to go. A week went by the fastest I ever thought it could go by before. When I got to school and six A.M., because the teacher told us to be there then, there was one of those charter buses already there. Oh damn, what if I get carsick? That was another one of my weaknesses. Whenever I was in a bus for more than an hour at a time, I got REALLY queasy.
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"Oh God, Ryan, It's a bus." I said. Suddenly I felt nauseated.
"Yeah I know! I've never been on one of these before! I've always wanted to, and finally I get to! Isn't it great?" he said, ecstatically. I couldn't believe he was excited. Oh right, he didn't get sick on buses.
"You know what I mean!" I snapped. He looked at me, obviously confused. I rolled my eyes. "Remember what happened when we went to that museum in second grade?" I asked. "We were in a bus for a little over an hour in a half. Don't you remember what happened to me?" I remember it clearly. Forty-six minutes into the bus ride, I felt dizzy. I could feel my breakfast going in the reverse direction and I threw up, twice.
I think he remembered. "Oh yeah that's right!" His face fell. "Will you be okay?"
"I don't know. Probably not." Our conversation ended when Ms. Vollov's voice boomed out of the bus speakers.
"Attention everyone! We will be boarding the bus soon, so pair up into your bus partners!" I was with Ryan, no duh. "And be prepared for approximately…a three hour ride!"
"No way…" I whispered to myself. Then I knew what to do, I dragged Ryan with me to the front of the line. Yes, I cut in front of everybody. But nobody said anything because they knew better than to mess with the Ice Princess. Then it was time to board. I ran to the first row on the left side. Remember, it helps to sit in the front of buses if you get carsick.
A few minutes later, the bus lurched forward unexpectedly and without thinking clearly, I grabbed Ryan's hand out of nervousness. Realizing what I did, I immediately let go. My face reddened and I stared out the window, not able to face him.
"Sorry…" I whispered. It's a really, really, really, annoying habit of mine. I adapted that "hand-grabbing" habit the day our father burst in on us when we were younger. I silently willed myself that I would NOT throw up on the bus. I hoped it worked.
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