chester and ingrid

#19

a flunkin Volkswagen.

like, a van.

those hippie things you'd see on tumblr.

yeah, that.

"nu-uh, flunk that" ingrid backed away, raising her hands, and shaking her head profoundly.

"oh, yes. don't worry, honey, you're in good hands" chester winked and cackled, walking to the front seat of the van.

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after five minutes of arguing,

the five students decided [more like chester himself],

that [said person] should drive.

so yes, chester ended up driving.

"hey, uhm, was I the only one that realized the teacher left us?" ingrid asked, no one in-particular,

as they all stacked into the rusty old thing [that resembled that it could've been blue before].

no one answered, just all looking at each other.

they all had the same look;

"how are we..?"

"we don't know where.."

"where the hell do we go from here?"

thanks for flunkin @the_bluestocking