Trapped

1

I dial Emma's phone number. My phone rings three times before she picks up.
'Hello, Emma Charles. Who is this?' She says through the phone.
'Hello, Harley Louis. Who is this?' I reply, mimicking the organised tone in her voice.
She laughs at the other end. 'So, what is it?' She asks.
'I was thinking of going on a road trip.' I say casually.
'What?'
'A road trip!' I repeat. 'And we'll take a limo, since we don't have licenses. '
'Are you serious?' She chokes.
'Yup.'
'How are we going to afford it?' She asks.
'A little thing called our allowances. If it's okay with you.' I reply.
'Oh my god of course it's okay with me! Did you invite anyone else?'
'Charlie Lara and Mike Green.'
Emma groans on the other end.
'Look, I know you don't love Mike, but he's my friend, so please?'
'Fine.' She grunts.
'Okay, so lets ask our parents and get packed!' I squeal.
'Bye!' She calls. 'Off to pack!'
'Bye!'
I press end on my phone and turn it off. I then slide it into my bag, along with my wallet, tissues, a satellite phone (in case of emergency), a pair of socks, some makeup and a book.
I then run upstairs to my room and get out my suitcase. My mother already knows that I'm going on a road trip with my friends, and my father- well, let's just say that since he's on the other side of the world in a mental institution, he doesn't really need to know.
I hear my phone ringing and pick it up.
'T'sup?' I call.
'Hey.' Mike says.
'What is it?' I ask.
'Well, Charlie says he can't come, so is it okay if I invite Ryan?'
'Which Ryan?'
'Ryan Broute.'
I gasp. 'Can he in any way hear this phone call?' I ask through gritted teeth.
'No.' Mike replies.
'You invited my crush?' I practically scream at Mike.
'Bonding session?' He says sheepishly.
'Fine.' I say angrily.
He lets out a deep breath at the other end. 'Okay, so I'm good to go, and so is Ryan. How about Emma?' He asks.
'Not sure.'
'I'll text her.'
'You do that.'
Mike falls silent for a while and a message comes through. He made a group chat.
'Really? You made a group chat called "Road trip pplz?" That's just sad.'
He grunts and I watch my phone.
Yep. My parents say I can go.
I beam at the text.
'She's in.' Mike assures.
'Yup. Now, what are you going to pack? How long should we go for?' I ask.
'Well, we'll be gone for at least a week. And we'll be able to make washing trips, so... yeah, a weeks worth of clothes. With like, one day extra though.' He replies.
'K. Bye.'
I start throwing shoes into my suitcase. Converses, boots, sneakers, thongs, some stilettos and another pair of fancy but not too fancy high heels.
I put my phone back into my bag and walk over to my closet. I start throwing in clothes.
After I'm finished with my suitcase, I leave it in a corner and text to the group chat.
Meet at bus stop five. Don't worry, we're not leaving yet.