A/N: Well, I'm back! So this won't be considered double posting, this story's under a new name! Well, for those of you that aren't familiar with my writing, go check out my old page (itti-bitti) and read this story! Carry On The Curse. It is te shiznit. Anyways, the lost chapter was the last chapter I was able to post before I lost my password and e-mail account. That one had a few people's POV's the night before the trip. So now here's picking up the pieces from that now broken story…
Andy's POV
"Karen, think about this. Five months at rehab all flushed down the toilet if you take that beer." I told her. She turned and looked at me. "How did you know I had to stay five months at rehab?" she asked. "I..Uhm… I don't know. Never mind that now, though. Do you really want to do this? Everything.." I told her in my sternest voice. She looked down. "No. I don't want your demon liquids, Mr. Truck Driver. I'm sorry, but I've got a bus-van thingy load of fifteen year olds I need to get to Colorado. And I'm quite sure they'd like to get there tonight." He just shrugged and hopped back into his cab.
"Okay, so how much longer until we get there?" I asked Mandie after we had all gotten on the bus (van thingy) and resituated. "Well, about three hours if we don't have anymore incidences like that." Curtis put his head on her shoulder and held up his camera. Our eyes were blinded by his flash. "Damn it, Curtis!" Trey yelled. His eyes had been caught in the flash. "Sorry. It wasn't that bright, Trey. You're just a wimp." Curtis told him. Then he held it in Trey's face and pushed the flash button a few times before Karen told him to stop.
A/N: I'm not writing that much, it being the first chapter back into the story and stuffs like that. But I will try my hardest to update tomorrow.