"I'm not a baby! I'm twelve! And you're 15", Claire shouted at me like the baby she is.
"But you're younger than me, therefore, you are a baby". I shot back.
Those were the fights we used to have before she went KOOKOO.
Anyway, we were only about four hours away, until, putt, putt, putt, putt, putt, shhhhhh. The car halted and jerked causing everyone to lean forward. The seatbelt must've caused us to hurl.
Mom asked, "Is everyone o-okay?"
"YESSSS", everyone in the car shouted as they wiped their mouths.
Well, everyone except for my dad who was sleeping. No surprise there.
"Why am I married to that clown", my mom joked.
But no one laughed. And no, it was not because my mom's joke wasn't funny (even though it wasn't). It was because we were stranded in the desert.
(New part tmrw) (or whenever I feel like it)
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The "Double Crosser"
Short StoryDisclaimer: This is a story I wrote in fifth grade. So it might not be up to your standards or whatever. just remember that if it ever seems lame and naive. And no I'm not a writer. I WAS BORED OK GUYS. Basically, a family gets stranded in the deser...
