I'm sorry to admit it, but I have decided to permanently close Gabi's Art Book. There is one final thing I would like to share, though. I don't know yet if I'll make it into an actual story or not (because I've been dealing with a lot of negativity lately), but I'm sharing a piece of something that's been on my mind for a while. Enjoy!
“Guys, I'm excited to go on my very first cross country road trip," Gabi said as they drove down the highway, “but wouldn't it have been faster to just take a plane to New York?"
“Yes," Wolf replied. “You, me, Snake, Webs, and Shark could've gotten on an airplane..."
“Please don't say it," Piranha muttered nervously.
“... but Piranha's on the no fly list," Wolf finished.
“He said it," Piranha groaned.
“Why? What did you do?" Gabi asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Funny story," said Webs. “It was seven years ago, and–"
“No, wait!" Piranha interrupted. “Let me tell it. I'll feel less nervous if I do, and you know what happens when I get nervous."
“Do what you need to do," Shark chuckled.
Piranha sighed. “We were on a plane to go to my brother Jorge's wedding. Halfway through the flight, my stomach felt a little funny, so I went to use the bathroom..."
“Please don't say it," Gabi pleaded, feeling nauseous.
“One hour and two rolls of toilet paper later, the plane had to do an emergency landing and I was kicked off once they fixed the toilet," Piranha concluded. “I had to swim the rest of the way to Bolivia. Through the ocean, no less."
“Good thing you didn't go in the ocean," Snake joked, making the others laugh.
“What was I supposed to do?" Piranha said defensively. “I tried to unclog it, but I couldn't find a plunger and the water was overflowing."
“Right, just water," Webs cackled. Gabi felt the urge to barf.
“Wolfie, can we pull over?" Piranha asked. “I need some fresh air."
“Sure, buddy," Wolf replied as he began to pull over. “We've all been there."
