Thanksgiving Day Grief Pt.1
Point Place, Wisconsin
November 23, 1996
5:45 A.M.
Forman Basement
It was only four days till Thanksgiving and little more then a month before Christmas and everyone was getting their turkeys purchased and their stuffings made all except for the families in a little town called Point Place. "Man." Ryan said. "I hate this time of the year with all these crappy tv specials."
"I know what you mean." said Jennifer.
"Eh... It could be worse." said Tyler.
"I guess you're right." said Ryan. "I mean, one of us die right infront of us right here, right now."
The room was silenced for a few moments. But then Eric broke the silence. "Ryan!" he yelled. "Could you come up here, we need to talk about something."
"I'll be back in a few." Ryan told the gang.
"You can tell about how you're gonna fix the computer and where MJ's friend from San Diego is going to stay." Eric said.
"Make that a few hours." said Ryan.
"And you and MJ are flying out to get the rest of MJ's stuff and he friend." finished Eric.
"Make that a couple of days." said Ryan.
Ryan ran up the steps of the basement and went over to his dad. "Ok, here are the tickets from Madison." Eric said. "You'll stop in Denver for a few hours, and then fly to San Fransisco, where you'll get a ride from a friend of mine to San Diego. Ok?"
"Uh, yeah Dad." said Ryan.
"Now just go get MJ and I'll drive you guys down to Madison. You'll find the tickets back in MJ's friends dorm room." said Eric.
So MJ came through the sliding glass door into the kitchen and had her coat on waiting for Eric and Ryan to get in the Vista Cruiser. "Come on you guys." she said. "We gotta make good time. Our flight's at 9:00."
So they all hopped into the car and left for Madison. It took about three hours to get down there because Eric took the "scenic route". "Ok, here are your bags," said Eric handing them their bags. "your tickets are at the check in desk, and here are your ids."
"Why do we need an id?" asked Ryan.
"Eh, the airport is a little weird in Denver." said Eric.
So the two sibblings headed twords the check in counter. "Hello," said the woman behind the desk. "How can I help you?"
"Uh, we're here to pick up tickets for Forman party of two." said Ryan.
"We kinda have a problom." said the woman. "We overbooked coach."
"So we have to wait a while?" asked MJ.
"No." whispered Ryan. "We should get upgraded to first class."
"So we moved you up to first class from here to your end destination." said the woman. "Have a nice flight."
So the two Forman's went through security and were cleared to go to their terminal. "So," said Ryan. "how many times have you ever been in first class?"
"Never." MJ replied.
"Well you're about to now." Ryan said. First class was called onto the plane and both started on to the plane.
After a two hour flight they arrived in Denver to find that they had to run over to their terminal. Luckily they got a ride from one of those special airport carts that deliver people to where they want to go. The plane started up and they were of to San Fransico. On the flight Ryan turned on his Walkman and started listining to the sounds of AC/DC. "I'm on a highway to hell!" he sung.
"Excuse me sir," said the person behind him. "could you be a little less loud. I'm trying to sleep."
"I don't give a damn about what you're doing old man." replied Ryan. "I'll do whatever the hell I want."
"Fine." the man replied.
So the plane landed after another hour of AC/DC listining. "Ok." said Ryan. "Remember what Eric said to us MJ. We'll be getting a ride from one of his friends."
"Why are you calling Dad Eric?" asked MJ.
"Cause its his real name maybe." he replied.
"Fine. Be that way." replied MJ.
"Just look for a guy who's holding up a sign that says Forman." said Ryan. They started looking around and eventually saw the man who was holding up a sign that said Forman. For some odd reason the man looked like Kelso. "Kelso?" asked Ryan.
"You know it!" exploded Kelso sounding really happy. "Come on. I'm your ride. I brought Meg with."
"Ok." said Ryan. "Then lets get going." The two sibilings got into the '92 station wagon that Kelso was constantly bragging about it being better then the Vista Cruiser. "This is going to be one long trip." muttered Ryan.
Hour after hour passed by. They had been in that ancient car with Kelso and all his weird stories for seven hours of horror. "Well, this is where you get off." said Kelso. "I'll see you two when you get back!" Kelso pulled away and started to head back for Wisconsin.
"What's this place called again?" asked Ryan.
"Moniker Marquette Academy." replied MJ.
"What kind of fucking name is that?" replied Ryan.
"Hey!" yelled a man. "I need to see your student id."
"Oh, shit." said Ryan.
"Sorry Mr.Apps." said MJ. "This is my brother and we're here to pick up my friend for the thanksgiving holiday."
"Fine then." replied Mr.Apps. "Just don't start sing that AC/DC crap you punks listen to."
"Oh that's it!" exclaimed Ryan. "Its on!" Ryan charged at Mr.Apps and punched him square in the jaw. "No one calls me a punk or says AC/DC is crap in front of my face."
A bunch of students crowded around the two sibblings and Mr.Apps and one said, "MJ, who is that? Is that a new kid?"
"No Jer." replied MJ. "Its my older bro from Wisconsin. We're here to get Alicia and bring her back to my place for Thanksgiving."
Nobody was paying attention Mr.Apps anymore so he just got up and walked away with a bloody nose and respect for Ryan.
"Come on Ryan." said MJ. "Lets go get Alicia."
So both walked up to where MJ's old dorm had been which was over looking the beach. MJ walked up to the door and knocked. The door opened and the girl who opened it said, "MJ! Its so good to see you again!"