Teenage Roadtrip

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

What happens when four teenagers of different social statuses go on a roadtrip together after graduation? An alligator episode, a dumpy motel, a church, dressing up as nuns, and more funny and romantic stuff!

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Teenage Roadtrip

Submitted: September 29, 2009

Reads: 543

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Prologue – Chapter One Since the power was out, he had to project his voice without the help of a microphone. The gym was dark, humid, and dull. Liam McClure studied the students one more time, knowing that most likely, this would be the last time he would ever see them again, with the exception of the future high school reunions to come. Liam actually wasn't all that intelligent to be standing where he was at the moment. He was actually kind of average, with a GPA of 3.7, but he was way smarter than his nail filing, snot flinging, text message obsessed, over-dramatic peers. He cleared his prepubescent voice before he began to speak. “Parents, teachers and students, we have come here today to celebrate the moving up. The moving up of,” he began hyperventilating, “the moving up of – of – of,” the darkness was taking over him as he became dizzy. His jaw dropped, and puke spilled out like a water fountain onto the floor, and all over his blue gown. “Oh dear,” Mrs. McClure cried in the audience. She resisted the urge to come and clean it up, since Mr. McClure was pulling on her Extra-Large sleeve with much embarrassment. He knew that since now Liam was going off to college, he could finally divorce his wife without feeling guilty about it, thinking he would ruin Liam's self esteem or something. She finally regressed, settling back down into her seat. Liam didn't hesitate to continue. He wiped the vomit from the corners of his mouth and coughed up some mucus. He smelled his breath with his hand, and was taken aback for a moment. “ - us as people. We all got through this twisty road of high school, so now it's time to drive safely down the road into adulthood. With Windsdoor High School, I think we will be able to accomplish that. Um – and – yeah. That's it. So, uh, bye,” He finished. Scattered claps filled the audience, with laughs from about half of his graduating class. As you can probably tell, he didn't exactly plan out the speech too well. He smiled proudly, taking his seat next to Wendy McClint. Getting a whiff of his smell, raw peaches with rotten tomatoes to be exact, even she needed to throw up a bit. Wendy ran out the door as if she wasn't about to graduate from high school, rushed to the girls bathroom, found the nearest toilet, threw up and then came back, taking her seat next to Liam once more, but of course, to her discontent, while the whole audience stared in awe at her impressive timing. After that, a few words from Mrs. Bubbling (the principal,) and of course, the handing out of the diplomas, that was basically it. Even Liam couldn't believe that high school was over, officially forever. He smiled as he walked down the hallway to the door, hand in hand with his parents, as he remembered all the good – but mostly bad – memmories from high school. Being rejected by Tamara Lee, being rejected by Georgette Manson, being rejected by Olivia Martin, being rejected by Veronica Sand, and – well – it goes on. Being bullied by the jocks who only do it to be cool, eating lunch alone, and learning about stuff, that was basically it. Even though Liam couldn't remember every single day of high school, he still did remember the stuff that had the biggest impact on his life. Even that, it was only about 4% of his life which changed. Yes, puberty is that 4%. He wasn't a nerd per say; he was more like an outsider. It didn't really matter to him, though, since he knew that the kids bullying him had their own insecurities. Kind of like Paige Clark and Alice Colegum. After hearing Liam McClure's speech, they kept on mocking him in Paige's car. Even though Paige disliked this, she wouldn't want to risk loosing her best friend because of it. “Blah,” Paige laughed, Alice rolling on the car floor as she chuckled hysterically. She eventually sat back up on the seat again, sliding a piece of minty fresh gum in her mouth as a group of guys walked by. Frankie, their leader, leaned on the car door. He smiled flirtatiously. “You ladies going to Annabelle's party?” The guy asked, as he gazed into both of their eyes, secretly trying to figure out who was hotter to him. “Yeah, and it's in Ocean City, baby, woo,” Paige yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. Alice brushed through her hair with her fingers, trying to make the curls look more bouncy. “We need to pick up mouse on the way,” she whispered to Paige in her signature nasal voice. Paige smiled. “Yeah. With your hair we need lots of it,” she chuckled. The boy nodded, and then proceeded to go back with his group, his clique, his posy, or his homeboys. Whatever you want to call it. It seems that everyone still cared about popularity, even though it wouldn't matter the next day. It wouldn't matter. They could be popular in high school, but a nerd in college. They could be a nerd in high school, and popular in college. Or they could stay popular. Or they could stay nerdy. It really depended on the circumstances. I guess. Suddenly, Liam came outside. People laughed, some smiled, feeling bad for him, some thought 'I'm glad he's not me!' Others, however, did what Paige and Alice were about to do. “I dare you to ask him to come with us,” Alice mumbled, taking a sip of the wine she had in the cooler she brought with her. “You mean the barfing kid? No, that's mean. He'll probably feel uncomfortable. Plus, what would we do with him afterwords?” She asked with a look of worry on her face. Alice shrugged. “Well, a dare is a dare,” Alice replied. Paige couldn't help laughing. Even though she has known her for years, she was still snickering. She always thought that Alice's voice was funny. “Hey, Liam,” Paige called out, holding back laughter. For a moment Liam was taken aback by the fact Paige would even talk to him, or even know his name. He turned around with glory, to see if anyone was looking. In reality, they really weren't, but in his mind, everyone was. Actually, in his mind, they were also clapping, cheering, and holding up 'Paige Clark Talked To Liam McClure' signs. Mrs. McClure bit her lip, as she held back tears of joy. To her, this was like her son's wedding, since he never really had any friends around the house. “Oh, um, hey, Paige. Hi Alice,” Liam coughed awkwardly, as he tried to make his voice sound deeper. It actually sounded more like a failed imitation of the Star War's trilogy's, 'Darth Vader,' rather than a seductive, maturer man's voice. “We were just wondering if you'd like to come with us to Annabelle's party in Ocean City, Maryland. It'll be fun,” replied Paige, flashing him a light smile. “Um, I don't know. I'll have to ask my parents first,” said Liam, feeling slightly embarrassed. Paige nodded. As she turned to Alice, her eyebrows raised, she could see that Alice was trying her hardest to feel superior, rolling her eyes so Liam could see. Paige nudged her in the arm. Just as Liam turned around, his Mom nodded. “You can go,” she smiled. Liam hugged her quickly, looked back at the girls, hugged his Dad even quicker, and hopped in the car. “Backseat,” Paige ordered. “Back seat,” Liam repeated, his voice sounding monotone. His Mom and Dad waved, even though his Dad was secretly checking out some of the thirty something year old single Mom's. He was forty eight. He strapped in his seat belt and waved at his parents, hoping that he wouldn't get caught up in anything illegal. Boy, was he thinking optimistically!


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