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I'M LIVING ON THE
WILDSIDE
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GOING ON AN ADVENTURE OF A LIFETIME
WAS THE LAST THING HANNA EXPECTED
TO HAPPEN IN HER NIGHT OF WHAT WAS
SUPPOSE TO BE PEACE AND QUIET.
[TREY ANDERS...
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WE CLEARLY WOULDN'T BE ABLE to fit in Lola's or Jenny's car so we 'borrowed' the Andersons' keys to their car. We open the garage door just to see a clean, new car. We'll be in huge trouble if anything ever happens to this, I mean we're already in big trouble!
"No, we can't," Jenny worriedly says.
"Are you gonna fit all of us in your car?" Lola reasons.
"Okay but..." Jenny starts.
"I'll drive," both babysitters yells.
"I'll drive," both of them bicker again as Jenny takes the keys from Lola's grip.
"Thanks," Jenny says happily walking towards the car. Then we all scurry to the car.
It felt like forever before we hit the actual freeway. Jenny was driving very slowly. We got passed by many cars... and even a bike!
"Okay, we just got passed, by a bicycle," Lola states.
"I am not adding a speeding ticket and a stolen car to this disaster," Jenny says trying to remain calm and collected but she probably was screaming loudly inside.
"Technically, we borrowed this car, just without asking..." I chime in hoping to brighten people's mood.
"Can we stop at the grocery store?" Bobby asks hopefully.
"No, I told you. We're going to get Trey, and then we're heading straight home," Jenny explains.
I was just staring out the window, seeing all the cars pass by. "If anyone asks, where did we go people?" Jenny adds.
"Ice cream," we all yell putting on our best fake smiles.
"You know, a professional manicure could do your hands wonder," the little 7-year-old say, how is she even 7?! I ask myself that a lot.
"How old are you?" Lola asks in disbelief.
"Seven," Katy answers.
"You know what I was doing with my hands when I was seven?" Lola asks jokingly.
"No, and she doesn't want to. Gosh! At least pretend to set an example," Jenny grunts in disappointment.
"Smile, Jenny," Lola says in a sing-song like voice. She brings her camera up making it face Jenny.
"This is no time for pictures," Jenny yells annoyed.
"It is always the time for pictures. Art is spontaneous. So say cheese!" Lola says taking a picture of Jenny mid-sentence.
"No," Jenny yells as the flash quickly blink before my eyes.
Night soon starts to follow "Okay, guys, we find this pawn shop, get Trey, and get home as fast as possible," Jenny explains to us. We looked out in the windows with so much awe in our eyes, the city looks so beautiful at night! We followed the directions the GPS was giving us and soon we started seeing parts of the city that just kept getting creeper and creeper by the second.
"Are you sure this is right?" Jenny asks, clearly scared.
"Well, yeah, that's what the GPS says," Lola replies.
We finally arrived somewhere. "Hey, puddle!" Lola informs very loudly, Katy screams while we were trying to stay away from the puddle.
"That was close. If anything happens to this car, we're dead," Jenny said out of breath.
"There it is, there it is. Park here, park here," Lola orders Jenny impatiently.
"Park here."
"Okay," both babysitters bicker.
Tiny's Pawn Shop, it read. "Okay, you guys wait here. I'll go," Lola states.
"Um, Jenny" Katy starts, oh no we all know what she meant.
"Oh, Katy. Why didn't you go before we left?" Jenny sighs.
"I didn't have to go before we left, obviously," Katy sasses.
"It's okay. I'll take her," Lola insists.
"No. Babysitting rule number two: Leave no child behind," Jenny explains. Ugh, now I have to get out of the car!
"Come on, kids, let's go," Jenny exclaims tiredly. My feet soon move their way towards the shop following everyone.
