The bus If you can call it that is hot and smells like straight up dirt, and my eyes are watering from the overwhelming musk coming from the seats. About twenty minutes ago we drove into a nice looking neighborhood.
Each driveway we passed was nicely lined up with an expensive looking car that sat proudly in front of the garage. The closer we got to the end the more average the houses got, no longer were there new shiny cars.
But cars that looked second hand or passed down. Murray turned into a small dip in the neighborhood and we drove to the end and stopped at a white and brick house.
The garage, Mailbox, and porch were made out of red brick. And the rest of the two storied house was white with a grey shingled roof. A black car stood in the driveway, and a brown haired boy lay in the yard with a red head woman.
He watched the bus with a face of shock and disgust, Murray got up and opened the door. He talked with them for a moment and then I saw the boy dart into the house as fast as he could. When who I'm guessing is his mother noticed he was gone she shouted. "Fred!?... FREEEED!".
After a good fifteen minutes of trying to force him on the bus they, Murray and his mom, finally got him on. He banged on the glass and cried out in a squirrel voice "NOOO MOM! MOM HELP! AHHH!".
He rushed to the back window as the bus got further away from the house and shouted for her again, He now stood right next to me. Then he sat down and turned to look at everyone who was staring at him.
An awkward smile plastered itself onto his face and he waved "Hey guys I'm Fred Figglehorn and I'm just going to apologize in advance for what I'm about to do".
I felt bad for the other kids. Because when he started screaming. I simply opend up my bag and put in my ear plugs.
They had to sit through three hours of that, along with the occasional "Shut up!" Or "Come on!".
Naturally when the bus stopped at camp Everyone was more than happy to be off the bus.
I waited for Fred to get off, of course he took his sweet time. That was the longest three second walk I've ever taken.
He stoped screaming and looked around the camp like a mad man.
If it weren't for the fact he was the most interesting person I have met so far. I probably would have walked away already.
446 words.
Thank you for reading, I don't know when I will post the next chapter. But it won't be a super long time.
(And for legal reasons obviously I don't own Fred 3)
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