OH NO HE DIDN'T!! did he really just call me that. he didn't just call me that...DID HE? This kid has got some nerve calling me that. It's enough my brother calls me tha- SPEAKING OF WHICH, I NEED TO FIND PETER. I better ask where we're going. "Hey kid, where are we going anyway?" "I don't know, you tell me" "You're my ride, YOU tell me" "OK, our first stop is the place I call 'home'." This kid LIVES here?! That's sad. But considering my situation, I'll probably end up the same way if I don't find a way outta here. "Yes, I know what you're thinking, this kid lives in a dump, I feel sorry for him..." "Um...is it that obvious?" "No, I'm just really observative." I could tell that he was smirking through his helmet. A few awkward minutes later we arrived at his 'home' and it- OMFG* he lives here?!? "We're here" "You're kidding me right?" "Nope" "So you mean to tell me that the population of the rest of WHATEVER THIS PLACE IS lives in shacks, while you live in a PALACE??!" "It's an old hotel" "Well you've got some explaining to do..." "Hmmm...I suppose I do, but it's a long story, and I am starving soooo..." I am too, so I don't complain. We are ushered inside by some BIG muscular dudes. "NO TRESPASSERS ALLOWED", yells one man. "She's with me." HE SAYS 3 FREAKING WORDS AND THE MAN JUST SITS DOWN. WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THIS??! I don't think this can get any weirder when I SPOT A MAID SWEEPING THE FLOOR. "YOU'VE GOT MORE THAN ENOUGH EXPLAINING TO DO MISTER!" "y-yes I do", he shakily replies. We walk to what looks like a cafeteria. He reaches into the vending machine (YES THE GLASS WAS LITERALLY BROKEN AND HE REACHED INSIDE) to grab a bag of Doritos, nacho cheese ones to be exact. "whatcha want?" "Sun chips" "ew, whatever you say" "Sun chips are the bomb man!" I exclaimed as he tossed me the bag. We start walking to the lobby, and I still need to find Peter. "Hey, Emmett can we get back to your story later, I've got a brother to find and-HOLY GUACAMOLE WHO IS THAT?"
*OMFG - Oh My Freaking Gosh - I've gotta keep this PG-13 ya know
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