The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage ~ Adriane

White Crow’s Crossing is the cemetery. Go figure.

Why can’t it ever be, “Follow the message above the sink to the tulip gardens!” or “Read the mysterious note at the ice cream parlor!”

I like ice cream. Especially with sprinkles. I guess I must have said this out loud, because Sparrow sighed and said, “With chocolate sauce. You also like squirrels, but not in your ice cream. We know. You’ve told us about a thousand times.”

I can’t help it. I’m walking above holes in the dirt filled with thousands of rotting, decaying bodies. I have to talk about sugar and small mammals. What else am I supposed to do?

It was empty. Totally deserted. Just like in the movies.

Okay, well, it was empty after I screamed at everyone to leave.

I was trying to explain to a nice graveyard patron the advantages of black squirrels over white ones, but he was too busy sobbing over a headstone. He was all “blah-blah-blah-wife-was-brutally-slaughtered-by-terrorist-sect- blah blah blah this and ‘I-will-never-rest-until-I-have-sought-revenge-blah’ that.”

“MOOOVE!” I hollered at him. “GO ERECT A MEMORIAL CEREMONY SOMEWHERE ELSE! WE’RE BUSY FOOLISHLY WALKING INTO A TRAP WHERE WE WILL MOST LIKELY MEET OUR ULTIMATE DOOOOM!”

Cleverly, I added DUN-DUN-DUN-DUUUUN!! Music at the end.

“Well...this sounds like it will be horrible,” he said apprehensively as I shooed him out of my three-mile radius personal bubble.

“YOUR FATHER SAID THE SAME THING TO YOUR MUM WHEN YOU WERE BORN!”

It was just then that Dune gently pointed over to the creepy abandoned factory on the other side of the street. There was a question mark in blood on the side of the dumpster.

Great! So I had used up all of the breath in my lungs for nothing. I could have used it for something more useful and less totally pointless, like breathing in helium from a balloon and talking in a squeaky voice at passing strangers.

Speaking of which, I hadn’t had any weird out-of-worldly incidents. (Actually, the two subjects are not even remotely related) Except for last night, when I woke up in a cold sweat and started spitting blood out into the sink. Also, my eyes had changed color. And dimension.

“Hum ho,” Dune sang. “You know what this reeks like?”

“Sky’s feet?”

“I was going with ‘holy-crap-this-is-a-trap-we’re-all-going-to-die’! But I’m sure they both have death at the end of the rainbow.”

I think that’s a metaphor for when ‘everything is over’, because Sky’s feet sure as heck don’t look like rainbows.

The sky was dark and slatted, roiling with distant thunderheads. The gray had washed everything dull, even the pavement was pale, like bloodless skin. (Or vanilla ice cream!) Sparrow shivered as Dune yanked open one of the industrial doors.

It opened in garage-door style, the door winding up like parting teeth. A low, keening sound whistled as it slid, sallow mist spilling from the rust lining its throat. Dune coughed violently into his fist, stepping back before the fog blurred his figure.

The door ground to a halt, leaving the tunnel gaping hollowly into the mist.

We stared for a moment in respectful silence, a warm, damp draft brushing our skin unseen. It was like staring into the mouth of a beast.

“You’ve called Sky?”

“Uh-huh.”

He turned his head to look at me, slowly.

“Why are we doing this, again?”
I shrugged. “I - …we…can’t run forever, can we?”

“WHY DOESN’T ANYONE LISTEN TO MEEE!” Sparrow wailed in the background, interrupting our drama. “I say we all go home and watch TV.”

“Good point. We have HBO at the hotel.”
I ignored them both and pulled out a flashlight, flicking the switch.

Funnily enough, it isn’t a warehouse. It’s a factory. There’s even an underground river rumbling through the center.

Now I can add drowning to my list. Cheers.

My New Car~Sky

Due to the accident involving my awesome car and Zane hood surfing, we were forced to search for a new form of transportation. Our group, excluding, Sparrow, A-drain and Dune, strolled down the street looking at the nice selection of vehicles parked on the street. Occasionally we made small talk with the strangers, climbing into thier vehicles. Just so we didn't look all that suspesious. I chuckled to myself as I saw how many people parked in the parking spaces. Almost of if they wanted their expensive vehicles to be high-jacked. Zane, ran up to each window and peeked inside. Sometimes drawing a picture of a "duck" on the extremely dusty windshields. Yet to me and the others his "duck" always looked like a demented rainbow. Azul was more interested with the emo guys walking down the street then the car though.

"Hi," she said flirtily to one of the strangers. His hair made him look kinda like a girl. I didn't get what she saw in him. Then I saw his arm. Cut marks etched all the way up and down. It was almost as if he was showing off his pain.

Quickly I walked up behind her, "Did you get in a fight with Edward Scissor Hands? Well it kinda looks like he won,"

Azul blushed as he walked away grumplily and pulling out his safety pin. "THIS IS GONNA CAUSE YOU TO GET AIDS!" I yelled after him. I didn't think he heard me till he lifted his hand over his head. Middle fingure high in the air.

Azul opened her mouth about to start yelling at me, when I saw him.

"HIPPIE!!!" I screeched running down the street, hurriedly chasing after the man wearing a tie die shirt. He had long gray hair, that looked rather greasy. From the color of his hair I guessed him to be in his late 40s or early 50s.

I followed him three blocks till he finally walked into a shop that was fully decorated in the 70s era. He went behind the desk, obviously an employee. Or maybe the boss, which I doughted considering the fact he looked utterly wasted. I confirmed that fact when he bent down and took out a pipe. (i think you can guess at what was in it)

"Hi," I said casually. Not in the creepy-crush way but more in the OMG-I-LOVE-YOUR- ERA way.

"Heyyyyy maaaaaaaaaaaan. Peaaaaaaaace and looooooove dude. Peace and love."

I looked around the store and carefully filled my pockets with all the nicknack's I could find. I must have been so caught up with hiding stolen merchandise in my pockets that I never noticed him walk up behind me.

"Whoa, man. You sure got soooooome bulky pockets dude," He said. Looking far away as he stared at me.

"Yeah, they must put extra feathers in them this time of year," I replied, hoping he'd fall for it.

He just smiled and took another drag on his pipe. I watched as the smoke puffed out in a perfect rings. "Yeah duuuuude. That's what this China craps all about. With theee waaaaars and alllllll. Communists is what they are. Are we still in the 70s maaaaaaaan? Yeah. These years will neveeeeeer end. Peaaaaaaaaaace," he stood behind me still. Adding some of the merchandise into his own pockets. Then he walked away, back towards the desk, muttering about how the aliens were gonna get us all. I watched as he opened the cash register and pulled out a hundred. He placed that in his pocket next to the item he had stolen from his own store.

For a moment I considered going back to find the others, but this store was packed with everything you could possibly want. Plus it wasn't everyday that an employee didn't mind you were five-figure discounting most of their small items. So I continued looking around, till I realized I needed a bag. So carefully I walked my way back up to the desk. It was cluttered with small buttons with slogans on it that would only fit the 70s. They ranged from saying "I just got layed," to "Save water-shower with a friend." I loved how dedicated they were towards the environment. Carefully I pinned one onto my shirt.

"Can I have a bag?" I asked. Realizing I was probably pushing my luck.

"Sure maaaaaan," he handed me a fabric bag with a peace sign stitched across the top.

"Thanks," I said, stuffing more into my bag as I continued deeper into the store. I continued walking up that way until I spotted it. The perfect car. A hippie van. I had to have it. HAD TO. It was a vibrant shade of aqua, with a huge peace sign painted a long the side. It was my perfect car. I loved it. The windows were covered with tie dyed blankets, so you couldn't see in. I couldn't live without this vehicle. Plus, I mean we were already looking for a vehicle right? YEAH!

So carefully, I left the store. Listening to the alarm go off, and the hippie look up and say "Why. Maaaaaaaaaan. EVERYDAYYYY. This thiiiiiiing goeeeeees off. God if that's you, I only smoked alittle todayyyyy. I'm trying dude really I am," then he took a swig from his beer and turned up his stereo. Blasting out the beeping noise of the alarm. I recognized the band as Greatful Dead, this man was also a dead head.

He didn't even look up as I hot wired his vehicle and drove away. The first thing I noticed how smokey it was. I highly doughted he only smoked a little today. "Gotta love the 70s survivors," I said. Turning on the radio and listening to another song from that era.

I found Zane, Ravan, and Azul on the sidewalk. Zane was splashing around at the fire hydrant, that was gushing out streams of water. It didn't take long for me to understand that he was responsible for that. Azul was making out with that same dude I thought I'd just scared away. I beeped the funky horn twice. Smiling at the noise it made. I was loving this.

Happily my family pulled him away from the fire hydrant and climbed into my new car. Even better then my last one.

Azul ran into the back, screaming, suddenly.

"SKY!"

"Yeeeeees?" I replied rummaging through my bag of free amazing stuff.

"There's kinda a hippie back here," she was shocked.

I peeked back to see that indeed there was a passed out hippie in the back. He was surrounded by beer cans and other uhm...things.

"Pssh. He'll wake up soon. Might as well let him come along for the ride," I said. After all this hippie seemed to be kinda new age and looked to be eighteen at most. Almost as if he two, were living the American dream that the others had.

Zane grabbed a beer can off the floor and chugged it. "Yeah, this dude's stayin with us..."

We drove away as the hippie from the store looked up to his car was gone. He laughed. And waved goodbye. Taking another drag on his pipe. From the distance I saw him make the peace sign and walk back into the store.

"Ravan, stop poking him," Azul said.

Her and Ravan were in the back with the hippie waiting for him to wake up and the party begin.

Our Roadtrip (is cooler...) ~ (Adriane)

(I have no snazzy picture for this blog. So look at the fluffy lion!)


“I’m just saying, ‘Dree. I’m talking Vegas. That’s our town, kiddies. You at the poker table, Raven on the slot machine, me charming the ladies."

I don’t bother to answer as we approach the restaurant. A lovely old couple is enjoying a nice platter of croissants. Dune grabs the lady’s water glass, takes a swig, puts it back on her table, and keeps walking.

“Vegas,” he says, extending his hands to aid his poor imagination. “We’d rule the place, baaaaby. You know you want it. You too, Sparrow. I'm talking C-A-S-I-N-O's."

I tune out and see a bug. I think it's a fly. If my fly doesn't have wings, would it be a walk? I'm not sure, but I scream and chase it into the cafe.

I was having a hard time focusing - my thoughts were all yellow and patchy, like my bamboo plant which I sometimes forget to water.

And my old goldfish, which I also forgot to water.

I knock into a waiter like a sexy tractor bowling over a redneck, and dirty plates cascade from his hands.

“TSNUMAI!” I scream, making swishing motions with my hands. I then try to imitate screaming Hawaiian people, running for cover.

He doesn’t get my finely-crafted wit, so I get down on my knees around the broken bits of plates, picking them up and singing a jaunty tune about the time I blew up my kitchen appliances when I tried to microwave my goldfish, hoping to turn it into Fish-Man (radioactive and dangerous, companion of Batman.)

“Do you have a broom? That would be good.” I tell the waiter. “If you have any ice-cream, that would be better.” Then I see my bug again and use the waiter's head as a vaulting board to send me catapulting over a table after it.

Actually, it might not have been a bug. It could have been a spider. Or a whale.

“Yes,” I said eagerly to our waitress when I sat down. She was smiling in that cute, puppy-dog way.

Like, “I’m not writing down your orders, I’m a night-club pole dancer practicing with this pen!” (insert: teehee! teehe!)

“Do you guys have pie? Cherry pie?” I wondered. “Cool. And….uhm, a salad. And some of that chocolate cake thing. And an Oreo sundae. And what is this? Vanilla..stampede? Whoah. Sweet, one of those. And a milkshake. And cancel that salad.”

I twirled my straw through my soda, watching the ice melt.

Dune and Sparrow take their seats across from me.

“Hi. You like pie, right?”

“Sure. Hey, Adriane? Smell my hand.”

“No.”

Dune leaned over and sniffed Sparrow’s outstretched fingers.

“Should I be smelling something?”

“Gee, I hope not. I haven’t taken a shower in five days.” That sort of killed the conversation.

I quietly excused myself. “Where are you going?” Dune called.

“NARNIA!! Well, no. The bathroom. Is that okay with you?”

“As long as you remember to wash your hands.”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Do you want me to draw you a map back to our table?”

“Nah. If I can’t find you, I’ll just sit with that old guy over there.”

I did end up sitting next to that old guy. I talked about how cool the foam-soap was in the bathroom. I folded up his napkin and made a floppy hat; told him if he didn’t wear it, the aliens would beam down and suck out his brains with a bendy straw.

Then I spun around the bar, hissing and spitting and doing my best imitation of a cat.

Dune calmly herded me back to the table. Sparrow was sighing.

“I should have gone with Sky.”

“Nah! Little Miss-Sunshine? Tell everyone you had the best time ever, and we’ll buy you candy.”

She pursed her lips thoughtfully.

“Hmm. It’s better than hanging around her whenever Zane gets close.”

“What?” Dune and I said simultaneously. (We’re just that good)

“Ugh. It’s bad enough being around all of you lot. I hope I never fall in love, or like guys, or whatever.”

Dune raised an eyebrow.

“Come on! You know. It’s like how Adriane is always happier when she’s around you.”

Dune looked at me. I looked at him.

“What? Too much emotion. It has a bad aftertaste.”

We could tell she was getting uncomfortable, so we let the subject drop. But something certainly wasn’t right. Whenever anyone’s happy, or angry, I’m certainly not tasting anything besides my cherry Kool-Aid, and that telephone pole I licked on the way over.

A while later, I go back to the bathroom, thinking. Either Sparrow’s a lot more perspective than we give her credit for, or something weird is happening with her, too.

I didn’t have to go or anything, but I checked myself out in the mirror, smoothing down my hair, etc. The mirror reflects the back wall, slightly distorted. Something red and foggy smearing the tile makes me lift my hands out of the sink and turn around.

ADRIANE

The letters are vicious, thick and dripping. It isn’t blood, but its thick - oil thick - and crimson, bleeding into the cracks. Okay. How did I not notice that?

I have to kick the trashcan out of the way to see what else is written.

WHITE CROW’S CROSSING

Well. Looks like I have some place to be.

Spriiiiiiiiing Breaaaaak~Sky

(Continued from road trip part 2)

I looked at my smoldering car. The front was completely smashed in. There were specks of red mixed in with the bent metal. We had all backed away quickly. Once Zane had recovered and peeled himself off the windshield. We had been afraid it would explode. It hadn't.

I stood grumpily watching Zane as he spun around in contineous circles looking up at the sky, smiling then glaring back down at the ground. I was seething with anger at my loss. I really did love my car. It was my baby.

Slowly I climbed into the vehicle containing the other members of our family. Zane laughed as he entered as if this was all some joke. Some sick joke. A-drain was laughing to, she seemed happy to know that something I had cherished had left me in a heap of broken metal.

Azul was still shock up after the whole thing. Making her impossible to look at. She hated feeling vulnrable. Ravan had a huge wet spot on his pants from where he had accidently urinated on the backseat of my car...guess it doesn't matter now.

Slowly we continued back onto our trip.

"Why are we goin to Utah anyway?" Dune asked looking at an exit sign with longing.

"Uhm. It had pretty rocks?" Sparrow answered while actaully pondering this matter herself.

"Screw it, lets just exit here," A-drain said as Dune carefully took the exit.



NOW!!!!!!!!!!! SPRIIIIIIIIIIIIIING BREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK

Once we entered the town we saw a group of teenagers huddled around the beaches sand. A huge bonfire was burning like a flame of excitement.

"Barnfire?"Ravan asked stupidly.

"Do you see any barns around here. We're not in Kansas for Godsake's," Azul replied then added "Isn't it like Spring Break around here?"

"YEAH!!!" I said opening the car door and jumping out on the run.

The group of teenagers was quick to allow me into thier huddled group. In about ten minutes I had a beer in my hand and was dancing to music with an assortment of differant people. Zane was enjoying himself to. A crowd of hot guys surrounded him and chanted stupidly as he downed drink after drink. On about his twelfth drink I watched with horror as he took off his shirt followed by his pants and ran down the street completely nude.

"DUDE!!!!!!! He's streaking! Yeah. You go man. You go! Woooooot!" a person from the crowd said while laughing and spilling a budlight all over his white shirt.

I watched him run down the street straight into the police station. He actaully bumped into a cop chomping on his doughnut. He was laughing to. Taking pictures of the kid who was gonna have a huge headache tomorrow.

"Crap," I muttered picking his clothes up off the ground and stumbling after him. Everyone else from our group was right behind me.

Once we reached the station Zane was talking to the police who was questioning him while suppressing laughter.

"Whats your name son?"

"Zaaaaaaaaaaaanneeee. Uh. Uhm. AM i s'posed to remember myyyyyyyyy laaaaast naaaaame. Cauuuuse its a totaaaal blaank."

"You from around here?"

"Naw. I'm froooooom Llamaville. Its a small island off of Spain. You should visit some time,"

Thats when he saw us and began running again. Straight out of the station and right into my arms. Man was that awkward. Very very awkward...we all ran into our vehicle from there and sped out of town. From the distance we could hear the chanting of the teens we'd just hung out with. They were still laughing and having a good time....

Car Trip~Sky part ll

The pavement was starting to be littered with potholes as we continued our journey to a safer spot. After blowing the church up we decided a new state might be nice. Like Utah. Actually we only decided that state because we saw a uhaul and they kinda sounded a like. No one but me voted for Nebraska. I was very sad about that. Apperantly Children IN the Corn is to scary for them city folk.

"Sky?" Ravan asked grumpily in the back seat, he had gobbled down the hambuger we had stolen at the last Mikey D's. The milkshake was splattered across my backseat in little droplets of fake milk.

"What?" I grumbled. Annoyed that he had managed to trash my car on only the second day of the road trip.

"I gotta pee,"he complained. Crossing and uncrossing his legs to prove his point. Azul glared at him. She was probally sitting on a blob of chocolate milkshake thanks to him.

"Sky!" he yelped. This time much more panicked.

Zane laughed, as if this was all a huge joke. Then he carefully unrolled his passenger side window. I watched his muscular body as he heaved himself through the window. The next then I knew he was on top of the car, pretending to surf on a state highway.

"GET DOWN!"I yelled not quite seeing him, but noticing the reactions of the other vehicles as they drove bye. I was sure the wind had carried my voice away. No one responded as I thought of ways to fix this problem.

I was so panicked by all the comotion going on in the car that I never even noticed as the road curved to the left. I continued to step on the gas. I slammed right into a brick wall. The air bags punched my face. Azul was gasping as if she had choked on air.

"Sky?" Ravan asked, this time sounding ashamed.

"WHAT!?!?" I snapped. ALready climbing out of the car. Tryin to hold back the tears about my damaged joy.

"I peed my pants," he said. I balled up my fingures into fists but decided better of it. Ravan looked more ashamed then I had ever seen him.

"We'll buy you some diapers," I announced while running towards my stupid boyfriend. He was laying limp on the car windshield.

"Zane? You okay?" I asked bending down in front of him.

He loooked up at me with wonder. Then asked in a dreamy voice, "Isss it normal to see so many preeeetty looking staaars? Your preeeeetty," he sounded as if he had just smoked a bag of weed. Yet I knew he wasn't on drugs.

"You wrecked my car,"I said, kissing him gently on the lips. He smiled and muttered something about a purple llama.

"I loooooooove you, Sky. Your my u-p. Up. Whenever I look at the Sky it reminds me of you," with that he closed his eyes.

Unexpected ~ (Adriane)

I TRIED to take the twins shopping today, but Raven kept complaining, so I broke down and bought him a bag of skittles. My nerves started to twitch when he kept dropping them around the store.

The entire time I was listening to, “CLICK!” as one skittered to the ground, followed by a happy crunching sound as he scooped it up and ate it. I couldn’t help but cringe.

“CLUNK!” Munch, munch, munch.
“Don’t you know there’s germs all over those?” I snapped, shuddering.
“Yeah,” he said, somewhat thoughtfully. “But you can’t really taste ‘em.”

I dropped them back off at the house, where Zane was sitting on the porch, looking blearily at the clouds. (pigeon counting?)

I sighed oh-so dramatically and flung myself down on the front steps, rubbing the headache out of my temples. He was downing a beer, so I frowned at it.
“Rough day?” he yawned, sympathetically.

Sparrow padded up before I could answer. “Adriane?” she interrupted. “Have you seen my gloves? They’re pink and, well, shaped like my hand.”

Zane exploded into laughter, spewing beer across the grass.
“See what you get for drinking?” I scold with a polar-bear glare.
He looked genuinely surprised. “I’m not drinking,” he said seriously.

He looked down at the beer in his hand, stunned. “Oh. I - …,” he stood up, suddenly, frowning. He went into the house, annoyed, slamming the door behind him.
Sparrow and I watched him go.
“Well,” she said airily. “That was odd.”
Dune picked me up an hour later. I clambered into the passenger seat, sneezing.
“Where are we going?” I wondered as he started off down the road.
“Field trip.”
“Art Museum or Twinkie factory?”
“Better.”
“Better than dead guy’s furniture and processed pastries?”

He parked the car on the curb, leaping out. The place was alive and roiling with people and pigeons, store windows and bicycles.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the sidewalk, muttering and lifting his cellphone high above his head.
He was pointing it towards a church tower, the old kind with a bell.
“There’s a signal coming from there.”
“What? How? Why? Should I care? Is that a squirrel?”
“Ignore the furry mammal,” he said, looking distracted. He pulled off down the street at a lope, still staring at the cellphone, almost running into a parking meter. I had to jog to keep up with him.

And very suddenly, he turned to an apartment and whipped open the door, charging down the hall.
“What are you doing?”
He gave a half-smile. “Adriane, Adriane, Adriane. You would make a horrible detective. Think about it. There’s a signal, coming from the clock tower. That gay kid you had a crush on in Eden programmed my phone to pick up…what?”
“He was not gay! And I did not have a crush on him! I said he had nice abs.” But then it hit me, like that time Sky threw a cantaloupe at my head.

“He made it so your phone…. Would look for Eden technology," I said slowly, the cogs turning in my brain. “It’s a tracker! It’s searching for us!”
“And there’s hope for you yet,” he announced, stepping, unconcerned, into someone else’s apartment. People should really lock their doors.
There was some guy sitting on his bed, with a laptop open. “HEY!” He yelped, leaping off the bed, waving his arms like some dude in a commercial for adult diapers.

“Good afternoon!” Dune said cheerfully. He grabbed a glass of water off of the nightstand; jerked the cup behind him so the water flew out, then took the empty glass and yanked the laptop from the guy’s hands.
“WHAT?!” the guy howled.
Dune took a seat and stared at the screen. “Goodness, Jeff!” he cried, studying the open webpage. “Get a girlfriend!”

I leaned over Dune’s shoulder as he started to pound furiously on the keys.
“I’m not Jeff,” the kid gaped. “I’m Mark.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Dune said, waving his hand dismissively. He pounded some more on the keys, before bringing up a few pages on the church tower.

Dune tried to take a drink of water, realized the cup was empty, looked down on it in annoyance, then threw the entire cup behind him. The guy ducked as it went soaring over his head, before shattering into a nearby wall.

“Ah,” Dune purred. “Get this - it has a room at the top of the clock tower, where they keep the bell. Apparently, it is ‘not open to the public, due to private property right something-something,’ yeah.”
He leaped off of the bed, excited, and yanked a piece of paper off of a writing desk in the corner.
“Cut this,” he demanded, shoving it in my face.
“What width?”
He looked at me, confused. “Scissors?”

I laughed lightly, rolling my eyes. He flipped open his cellphone and held it to my ear.
“Call everyone. Right now. Tell them to bring the usual - fireworks, powder bombs, rope, bags of flour, walkie-talkies, wind-up toy mice, and snacks.”
Mark was starting to look a little green.
“The church isn’t open today,” I pointed out, rather helpfully.
Dune looked at me as if I was stupid.
“Oh,” I realized, a metaphorical light bulb lighting above my head. “I’ll tell them to bring the spray paint, too, then.”

My graffiti artistic skills are brilliant. I even have my own logo. Do YOU have your own logo? Ha. As if!
“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” the guy looked seriously enraged; more like an advertising rhinoceros. However, I didn’t think rhinos needed adult diapers. Maybe indigestion pills? He did look pretty red in the face.
“Saving the world, Jeff. Saving the world,” Dune winked.
“My. Name. Is. MARK!”

Whatever yah say, kid. And delete your history, why don’t you?

Car rides~Sky

"I know a song that gets on everybodies nerves, everybody nerves,"

"SHUT UP!!!" I screamed at Ravan. He had been singing that song for the last hour and his voice was nothing better then a high pitched sqeal that resembled fingure nails on a chalkboard.

"Imma be, imma be immma imma be. Imma be. Imma be. imma be..." he continued.

"You'll a be dead if you dont shut up," Azul snapped. She was trying to paint her fingure nails in the backseat of my car. I glared into the mirror as I kept an eye on her hot pink nail polish and the curving road.

It would have been crowded if A-drain, Dune, and Sparrow had drove to our new destination with us. Instead we had decided to split up. Dune had found an old car at a dump. Its engine still worked. In my opoinion it was a piece of crap but he had demanded to keep the stupid thing.

"You look agitated," Zane stated. His voice mellow.

"Are we there yet?" Ravan asked impatiently.

"Zane. Im gonna lose my mind before this trip is over," I replied grumpily. He chuckled, and put his ear phones back in his ear. Blocking out all the annoying noise.

"Huh, are we there yet?" Ravan asked again. More impatiently. Azul slapped him. Then moaned as her perfect nails color rubbed against his cheek. She hit him again just for what his face did to her hand. I banged my head against the steering wheel.

"Are we there yet?"

"NO WE ARE NOT THERE! And you will never get there if you don't shut the f--- up." I yelled. For a whole five minutes the car was silent. Then they continued to talk.


The end....