Back on the damn bus for us. "I swear, we will die on this bus…in Georgia." I said, shaking my head.
"We'll order fast food all over the state." Dan said.
"We'll have our babies on this bus." Janice said. "I don't see us leaving this state anytime soon…"
"PALM TREES!" I pointed a palm tree stuck in the ground in front of a restaurant. "Look!"
"You now officially get the 'Dumbass of the Bus' award." Eric said and I slapped him. "Yeah, I didn't feel that."
"Die!"
"Oh, you're nice." Eric said. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Die twice." The bus hit a rather large speed bump and I hit my head on the window hard. I was amazed the glass didn't break. And people said I had a hard head… "Fuck."
"Deserved!" Nicole said, then hit HER head on the window. "Ow." Ah, I love irony.
"And, 3, 2, 1.75, 1.5, 1.25. 1…0! WE IS IN FLORIDA!" Nicole yelled, clapping. "And NOT in Georgia!"
"We survived…I'm sure. Did everyone get out alive?" I turned around. "Damn, all the trumpets made it out alive."
"HEY!" Dan and Eric yelled, and I cowered a bit in my seat.
"Hehe…please don't kill me."
"Alright, we're going to stop at the Florida rest stop and I want everyone on…pronto!" Mr. Seaman said and as soon as the bus slowed down, we all dashed off. Me and Nicole raced each other to the building and then went to the bathrooms like nothing had happened. But once inside, I realized I wasn't feeling so great. So, I threw up. Lovely, eh? And I still had, like, 3 hours left on the damn bus.
"EVERYONE ON THE BUS!" We all filed onto the bus and I took the window seat. Sleep was needed as I felt like crap. Dan poked my shoulder.
"WHAT?"
"Are you okay? You don't look so good…" I gave him a look. "I meant healthy. We're not in fifth grade." I chuckled.
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Metz asked. "I have some Advil!"
"Bless you!" I said, almost jumping out of the bus. He handed me two of the pills and swallowed them whole. He stared in amazement. "When you take as many pills as I do, you learn to swallow them quite well."
"Quite? What's with the 'quite'? Are you British now?" Sophia asked smiling. I sat back and pretended to think.
"Or am I?"
"Ooh…."
"Oh son of a biscuit! Are we stopping again?" I asked, looking out the window. There was a backup the size of fricking Texas on the highway. "Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me." I said, shaking my head. But the trailer next to me diverted my attention, at least for the moment. "OOH! A horse!" I looked out the window. "A Quarter by the looks of him. Oh, he looks just like Skeeter!" Skeeter is the name of the horse I show and I missed him so much!
"You are obsessed." Sophia said. "There's no way around it."
"Well, DUH!" I sat there for like, an hour telling whoever would listen the horse's emotions through body language. But soon the young horse was getting stressed. "Oh no! He's stressing!"
"How do you know that?" Metz asked. I turned behind me and stared him in the eye.
"DUH! His body language screams it! Look at his ears, and the way he's tossing his head. Ooh, the eyes tell me that too." We moved forward until we were sadly out of the sight of the horse. "No! Horse!"
"Aw, is Casey homesick?" Metz asked. I sighed.
"No! just…horse sick."