Teenagers
Chapter Eighteen: Passing
“SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!” Bob yelled.
“GET THESE FUCKING TEENIES OUT OF HERE THEN,” I snapped. I felt dizzy and looked at my so called dad before passing out…
“She barely touched the popcorn.”
“And no lunch.”
“Did she even have breakfast?”
“Someone get her something to eat.”
“What the f?” I asked.
“SHE’S AWAKE!” They cried. I looked around and squinted.
“Where am I?” I asked.
“Shit, she has amnesia,” Bob muttered.
“Shut up BOB. I just remember being backstage. WHERE ARE THOSE FUCKING TEENIES?” I shouted.
“Gone and you’re on the bus,” Kyle laughed.
“Hope you told them off,” I said as my stomach growled. Oliver appeared with a bag of Lays Cheddar and Sour Crème.
“It took you that long to get my chips,” I laughed.
“I couldn’t remember which ones were your favorite,” He admitted as all of us smacked his arm and dug into the chips. I went to take a shower and changed into a pair of skinny jeans, a red halter and black converse. I was in the middle of blow drying my hair when Kyle burst in the bathroom, excitement written on his face.
“GET THESE FUCKING TEENIES OUT OF HERE THEN,” I snapped. I felt dizzy and looked at my so called dad before passing out…
“She barely touched the popcorn.”
“And no lunch.”
“Did she even have breakfast?”
“Someone get her something to eat.”
“What the f?” I asked.
“SHE’S AWAKE!” They cried. I looked around and squinted.
“Where am I?” I asked.
“Shit, she has amnesia,” Bob muttered.
“Shut up BOB. I just remember being backstage. WHERE ARE THOSE FUCKING TEENIES?” I shouted.
“Gone and you’re on the bus,” Kyle laughed.
“Hope you told them off,” I said as my stomach growled. Oliver appeared with a bag of Lays Cheddar and Sour Crème.
“It took you that long to get my chips,” I laughed.
“I couldn’t remember which ones were your favorite,” He admitted as all of us smacked his arm and dug into the chips. I went to take a shower and changed into a pair of skinny jeans, a red halter and black converse. I was in the middle of blow drying my hair when Kyle burst in the bathroom, excitement written on his face.