Chapter Two
Car Ride Karaoke
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Let me tell you, plane rides are exhausting. Especially if they're super long. Maine to Kentucky is one heck of a distance away. Luckily, George and I napped most of the flight. When we landed, the airport wasn't as big as the one in Maine. George loves the baggage claim though. He wants just wants to hop on and ride with the luggage. I can tell.
"Can you see our bags Georgie?" I asked him.
He shook his head. We only have his two suitcases, and are looking for mine. A bright green suitcase popped out of the small opening, and I reached for it.
"Almost got it..." I mumbled to myself.
As it came within my reach, I grasped the handle. Got it! My electric blue bag was right behind it.
"Come on George, time to go," he pulled away right before I grabbed his little hand.
"No," he stated.
"Yes," I said firmly.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
I smiled and grabbed his hand.
"If you say so..." and I dragged him out to the exit.
"Now if I could only find Karen..." I started when suddenly a big sign caught my eye. It read,"George and Peyton O'Moore!" in big colorful letters. I grinned. George and I hurried through the big mass of people over to the sign. Holding it up was a short little woman with light brown hair pulled up into a bun, and dazzling green eyes. She was wearing what looked to be pajamas. She was very pretty though.
"Hey Peyton, I haven't seen you in forever!" She had a thick country accent. I gave her a soft smile, and she returned it.
"You've gotten so tall. And grown into a fine young lady!" She noticed George gripping my hand, and a large grin spread over her face.
"You must be George, little fella. I don't think I've ever met you bufore. Your just so darlin!" She pinched has cheeks, and he scowled.
"No," he told her, and she started to chuckle.
"Okay, let's go get in the car then shall we?" I nodded, glad to get out of the crowd. We followed her to her big cherry red jeep. It was a bit dirty, but still in good shape. I buckled George into a booster seat in the back, and plopped myself into the passenger seat.
"So," Karen started," how was y'alls flight?"
"Well, it was long." I said truthfully. It was very long, but she payed for it so I shouldn't be complaining. She chuckled.
"That all?"
"Um..." Then she full out laughed.
"My boys are guna love y'all." She told me.
"Boys? Your house must be crazy."
"Yepp, all ten of 'em. They're wild." Ten? You've got to be kidding me. How am I supposed to live with TEN boys? I can hardly handle one!
"Sorry, did you say ten boys?" I asked.
"Well, the young twins are adopted. And we have cousin Riley and Adam stayin with us for a while. That little youngin in the back 'll be just like 'em I recon." Karen explained.
"How can you handle all those kids?" I was awestruck.
"Many years of practice darlin, many years of practice."
She drove right off of the highway, and turned the radio up. Country, of course. Then "Country Girl" came on. (I love this song) Karen started to hum, and I sung the first verse.
"Got a little boom in my big truck, gunna open up the doors and turn it up! Gunna stomp my boots in the Georgia mutt, gunna watch you make me fall in love."
Then Karen joined in on the next verse. "Get up on the hood of my daddy's tractor, up on the toolbox it don't matter. Down on the tailgate, girl I can't wait to watch you do your thing-"
"Shake it for the young bucks sittin at the honky tonks, for the red necks rockin till the break of dawn, the DJs spinnin that country song come on come on come on!"
"Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees, shake it for the catfish swimmin down dippin the creek. For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels, shake it to the moon shake it for me girl..."
We turned the radio up louder and sang the rest of the song like there was no tomorrow. A few more songs played after that, but nothing that I knew. Karen turned onto a dirt road, and I saw an enormous house. It looks very elegant and grand, until you see all the toys scattered around the yard. There were bikes, Legos, action figures, shoes, scooters, nerf balls, snack wrappers, etc. It's a mess! I thought. What am I going to do?
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A.N. (authors note)
Hey readers! (this chappie wasn't edited btw) I changed the place they were moving to from Tennessee to Kentucky, because Kentucky is more country-ish. Since there is a song in this chapter, I posted a video link on the side! (I hope it shows up, if not tell me!) Sorry if you were confused!!! Things might be spelled a little different because of their accents. (just a heads up) I do have an editor if you were wondering! That's why I upload/update later in the day. Now, be careful and-
DON'T PLAY WITH GUNS
and...
ROAR!!!
-cat3cat
