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Robbie's Roadtrip Ch 12The next morning they all got up quite late since the day before had proved arduous they got coffee and breakfast in the hotel lobby and spoke about the rest of their holiday plans.
“Well I gotta get back to my place and clear up the mess left over from my party since I left in a bit of a rush” said Sikowitz rather sheepishly
“Work tonight for me” said Rose
“I should get home before my parents do and clean the house” said Robbie “Cat told me what a mess it was”
“I’ll help, it’s not like I’ve got anything else to do.” replied Cat giving Robbie an affectionate smile.
“Same here, Rob, once everyone else has been dropped home.” Joined Beck
“It’s been great seein’ you all but I better hit the road, got the rest of America to see.” said Sam. Cat looked at her with a start “What, but you just got here. Couldn’t you come back to LA with us? There’s still a spare r
Robbie's Roadtrip Ch 11The acts were great, ranging from opera singers to metal vocalists and then one girl walked on in some ridiculous over the top outfit that the gang recognised.
“Oh no, Trina” said Tori
Rose giggled “Grab the popcorn guys, the show’s about to get interesting.” Sikowitz conveniently had some popcorn and passed some down. The music started out awesome enough until her voice broke in and ruined the effect. It was loud, high pitched and off key worse than they heard while she was practicing.
Soon the crowd started to boo and security had to pull her off the stage. She kept singing diligently, struggling out of their grip to get back to the spotlight but soon she was out of sight of the stage. Things were restored to order when the next few acts were announced and the last of the night was Andre.
His piano solo started out flawlessly, sending the crowd into a trance, his soulful voice followed starting slow and RnB beat sprang into action. Andre stood from the p
Robbie's Roadtrip Ch 10They all looked across the road, it would take a while for the bikers to refuel. Robbie got off the back of the lead bike and hi fived the driver, he was smiling which confused them very much. “Are you sure he’s their hostage? He looks happy, and I mean truly happy.” said Rose.
“Well how can he be?” asked Cat “So what’s our plan?”
“Sam and Jade are our two toughest people here, we’ll go first and confront them and Robbie is sure to follow.” said Beck “If they don’t let him go willingly then someone should steal one of their bikes as a distraction, try to lose them and we’ll take Robbie and run.” No one else could drive a motor cycle except for Rose, she looked downright horrified
“Steal one of their bikes?!” she spluttered “Are you crazy, they’ll half-kill me.”
“I’ll do it.” said Sam “I’ve managed to lose patrol cars before, if you all wa
Robbie's Roadtrip Ch 9At 1:30pm the gang were 1 and a half hours into their journey, trying to get to where Sam was as fast as they could without getting pulled over. LA was soon behind them and they all looked out the RV windows at the vast desert that rushed by. They had just had lunch from the storage of food that Beck and Jade had previously packed for their road trip so it came in handy for the 6 of them.
Cat and Beck had food passed through to them via a hatch that had been installed between Beck’s room and the front seats. It was big enough for a person to fit through, Beck had installed it after a trip to the beach had left them trapped in the back of the RV with no way to get out and the engine was inaccessible.
“Ahh great, that solved my hang over” said Sikowitz, lying back contently with his plate resting on his stomach.
“Had a wild night?” asked Sinjin
“Yes I had a party with a few friends from college who I hadn’t seen in years. We each lead busy lives
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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