Summer Vacation
"Dude, this is rediculuous...I'm not driving with someone who is drunk off his ass," you say.
You jump out of the car and slam the door. You begin to walk along the side of the highway.
"What the hell, man," Matt shouts at you, "Where do you think you're going to go?"
"There was a town about a half mile back, I can walk," you say without turning around.
You hear the screech of the tires as the old car speeds away. You are on your own now.
This has to be the singularly worst day of your life. Its now nine o'clock and you are completely alone.
You spend the next fourty five minutes walking back to the last town that you guys passed. There's not much there but a diner and a Greyhound Bus station. You figure that you better buy a bus ticket to someplace. You reach into your pocket and realize that you don't have your wallet. It must have fallen out or maybe you left it in the car. You've only got about two bucks of change in your pocket, and that is certainly not going to pay for a bus ticket.
You slump down against the wall of the bus terminal and try to think.
You are startled from your thoughts by someone asking, "So what's your story?"
Off to your side is an attractive Asian girl with dark flowing hair. Her heavy makeup has gotten a bit smeared and her tight low rise jeans are starting to show signs of wear, but she has a cool and rugged elegance about her.
You introduce yourself and tell her your name.
"My name's Julie Nakata," she says, "My story, eh?"
"I'm leaving. I've lived with my mom and step-dad for the last two years in San Fransisco, but between my mom's drinking and my dad's coke habit, I can't take it anymore. So, when he got on my case for being out too late and tried to lay a hand on me again, I figured it was time to go."
You are amazed at her courage.
"So, where are you going?" you ask.
"Florida," she says, "My dad live there. He's no angel, but I've got no where else to go."
"That's a long bus ride," you say.
"You didn't tell me where you're going." she says, "You don't look like the type to be hopping a Greyhoud at midnight."
"Looks like I'm going nowhere. My dumb-ass friends were drunk on a road trip and I couldn't take their shit anymore."
This whole life on the road if making you feel the need to add some more colorful phrases to your vocabulary.
"But I left my wallet in the car, so I'm sort of stuck."
"Well, I could use some company to Florida. It is a long way, and I've already been hit on by one to many old guys. I could spot you the bus ticket there...or what the hell am I saying, I should just send you on a bus ride back to wherever you want."
You jump out of the car and slam the door. You begin to walk along the side of the highway.
"What the hell, man," Matt shouts at you, "Where do you think you're going to go?"
"There was a town about a half mile back, I can walk," you say without turning around.
You hear the screech of the tires as the old car speeds away. You are on your own now.
This has to be the singularly worst day of your life. Its now nine o'clock and you are completely alone.
You spend the next fourty five minutes walking back to the last town that you guys passed. There's not much there but a diner and a Greyhound Bus station. You figure that you better buy a bus ticket to someplace. You reach into your pocket and realize that you don't have your wallet. It must have fallen out or maybe you left it in the car. You've only got about two bucks of change in your pocket, and that is certainly not going to pay for a bus ticket.
You slump down against the wall of the bus terminal and try to think.
You are startled from your thoughts by someone asking, "So what's your story?"
Off to your side is an attractive Asian girl with dark flowing hair. Her heavy makeup has gotten a bit smeared and her tight low rise jeans are starting to show signs of wear, but she has a cool and rugged elegance about her.
You introduce yourself and tell her your name.
"My name's Julie Nakata," she says, "My story, eh?"
"I'm leaving. I've lived with my mom and step-dad for the last two years in San Fransisco, but between my mom's drinking and my dad's coke habit, I can't take it anymore. So, when he got on my case for being out too late and tried to lay a hand on me again, I figured it was time to go."
You are amazed at her courage.
"So, where are you going?" you ask.
"Florida," she says, "My dad live there. He's no angel, but I've got no where else to go."
"That's a long bus ride," you say.
"You didn't tell me where you're going." she says, "You don't look like the type to be hopping a Greyhoud at midnight."
"Looks like I'm going nowhere. My dumb-ass friends were drunk on a road trip and I couldn't take their shit anymore."
This whole life on the road if making you feel the need to add some more colorful phrases to your vocabulary.
"But I left my wallet in the car, so I'm sort of stuck."
"Well, I could use some company to Florida. It is a long way, and I've already been hit on by one to many old guys. I could spot you the bus ticket there...or what the hell am I saying, I should just send you on a bus ride back to wherever you want."