By Lindsay Death and Stephanie Creepy Bear
Chap. 1: I hate sleeping
Why me? I thought as I dug through my closet. I was leaving for Stephanie's house tomorrow and hadn't even packed yet. This was completely unlike me. Usually, I plan everything weeks in advance. Okay... three skirts. Two pairs of leggings. Two pairs of jeans. Five shirts. And two dresses. You're probably wondering where I was going with so many things, huh? Well, I was going to... THE NICKELODEON HOTEL!!! For some older people who don't know what I'm talking about, the Nickelodeon hotel is a place kids dream about. And I, Lindsay Death, was going there. First, I'd stay over at Stephanie's house so we could leave early the next morning. I was so excited! In fact, I was too excited and ended up not sleeping that night. But, I don't like sleeping anyways. It's one of my least favorite things to do. I sat up that night, writing a fairytale about a creepy, skinny little girl that became a princess and went to live at a castle filled with Nickelodeon cartoon characters.
In the morning, I was really tired. But that wasn't the half of it. As I ate breakfast, it felt like I had a sore throat. I wiped my nose on my sweater sleeve. Was I getting sick? I couldn't get sick! The Nickelodeon hotel! Stephanie! Slime! If I got sick, it would be the end of the world. Then I thought of something that made me feel better: Lindsay! What are you worried about? You're the only one that knows you don't feel good, and you're the only one that needs to know. Just keep up the act till you leave tonight. You can do that, can't you?
"Hey Lindsay. Where are you going?" My older brother Brandon asked as I dragged my bag out to the living room. "Where do you think? The Nick hotel." I laughed. Even Brandon, a goth/punk/freakazoid, was impressed. "Really?" He asked. I nodded. "I'm going with Stephanie." I said proudly. I looked at the clock. 4:34 PM. "MOM! DAD! We've got to go!" I shrieked, "We said we'd meet them for dinner at five!" I grabbed my bag dragged it awkwardly out the door. My dad appeared from the hallway. He grabbed my bag from me and swung it over his shoulder. Apparently, I need to work out more. Anyways, I was on my way to the best week of my life.
After dinner, I said goodbye to my mom and dad. "She's never been away from us this long before." My mom said to Stephanie's mom. "I'll be fine, mom." I said impatiently. "It's the same with Steph. She's never been to camp or anything like that for longer then a day or two." Said Stephanie's mom. Me and Stephanie stared at our mothers. They were embarrassing us. That was for sure. "Can we go now?" Stephanie asked quickly. "Yes, Can we please leave... Like, right now?" I asked as politely as possible. They paid no attention to us. Why do mothers talk so much? And why do they like talking about boring stuff? Me and Stephanie sneaked off and went to find something a little more interesting to do. And we found it.
"What's that?" I asked as we turned a corner of the restaurant. "A photo booth!" Stephanie cried happily, "I wonder how much it is?" I peeked in. "Fifty cents! we could do that! ...Couldn't we?" I asked. We both dug through our pockets. "I have a nickel and a penny." Stephanie said sadly. "I twenty-two dollars and forty-nine cents...." I said as I counted the crumpled up dollars and loose pennies. Stephanie's eyes widened. "Holy crap! How'd you get all that!" She coughed. I smiled. "I asked my dad if could have a dollar every day for the last month."
The pictures came out of the machine. "Hey!" I laughed. Stephanie had made bunny ears over my head in one of the pictures. "These are good." She said as she pointed to two pictures. I nodded. In it, Me and Stephanie were back-to-back and were pretending to play the guitar. We both laughed. Just then, The curtain to the photo booth swished open. "LINDSAY CHARLOTTE!" My mom yelled, "We looked everywhere for you two!" She grabbed me by the back of my sweater and pulled me out of there. Stephanie's mom was even madder then my mom (which I thought was impossible) and screamed louder. after fifteen minutes of our mothers yelling at us about how immature we are and how worried we made them, I said goodbye to my mom and dad and left for Stephanie's house.
We got into our pajamas and got into bed. "Good night." Stephanie said as she turned out the light. "Good night." I said sadly. The worst part of the day: Bed time... We sat in the dark, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stickers on her ceiling. After a half an hour of lying awake in the dark, I nudged Stephanie. "Are you awake?" I whispered. "Of course I am. I'm too excited. And anyways, I hate sleeping." She whispered back. "Really? 'Cause I hate sleeping too!" I said happily. "Since we're both up, can you tell me one of your stories?" she asked. "Sure." I said. And I told her the story I had made up the night before about the princess and the Nickelodeon hotel. Afterwards, I closed my eyes and dreamed about Spongebob and Invader Zim, Slime, and the Nickelodeon hotel.