HI!! Well that seems cheerful, well hi, I'm Erica and well this is my first story so yeah, not much but the Point of Views may change but it is mostly in Kristine or Kris's eyes.
Kris-
I let out a loud groan mixed with a slight yawn as I sat up in my bed, brown hair completely covered my vision. Then it hit me.. THE ROAD TRIP. I shot up out of my bed, rushing to the bathroom, scoffing at my hair. I quickly threw up the brown locks into a high ponytail, throwing on my glasses with the lenses popped out and some mascara before rushing back into my room, almost tripping over my packed things.
I quickly slipped on The Rolling Stones crop and high waisted shorts and converse, all of my other 'vintage' clothes were packed away somewhere someplace. I gripped my hand on the handle of my suitcase, the other holding a small backpacks as I lazily waddled down the stairs, hearing a tump tump ever so often. I looked at the small clock that read 7:30AM. "Only 10 minutes to spare" I sighed as I wandered into the kitchen, dropping my bags as I quickly made a cup of Jo (Coffee). As I took my first sip I heard a car honking, and honking AND honking. "Vickyy" I grumbled hearing her honk her car even more, you see Vicky thought her car should be more "BAM WOW" so her honk sounds more like a screeching goat.
I quickly set my mug down, trying to sneak to the car and from my parents tight hugs. I quickly sprinted across my green lawn, Dante, his eyes purple from lack of sleep holding open the door, I quickly launched in, and we drove off.
"Well well looks like the gang is back together again" V smiled, the sun reflecting off her dark brown skin, her black curls bouncing as we drove toward our last stop before our trip started. "Yeah easy for you to say I wake up at 5 am" Dante grumbled from the backseat, his glasses on the ground of the car.
"Someone is just tired, but Krissy ain't!" She beemed giving my arm a playful smack.
"Ehhh, I didn't even get my coffee V" I complained, setting my feet up on the dash of the 'Flower power machine' from the 70's.
"We can get all the coffee you want AFTER we pick up Red then we hightail it OUT of Satan island, OKAY?" she spoke, glaring at me then the road then back at me.
I nodded, "You said it wrong" Dante called from the back
Oh boy, this will truly be interesting
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Not Just A Road Trip
RomansWhat if one summer, 4 people came up with such a stupid idea it was truly brilliant? What if they were given a "groovy" van, money for gas and their parents credit card? What if these 4 people got in the van? Meet Kristine or Kris, the 'old school'...
