Tunneling out

Prologue

        I'm so excited for my trip tomorrow. It's the last day of school and the day is almost over. I can do nothing but stare up at the clock watching as the time ticks by. It seemed as if the time was getting slower by the second. I hadn't been listening for the entire class, even with all the chatter.

Everyone was just as excited as me, the only difference was that I was so excited that I was quiet. All around the classroom was chaos. Kids were up singing, dancing, texting, and one was even doing work. Which isn't surprising since she is the schools nerd, I think her name is Jamie or Jazzy. It's something along the lines of that, I don't really know her like that, but she is always either doing work or being put down for being smart. I kinda feel bad for the girl, if she wasn't such a nerd I might have liked her. She is a little pretty. Wait what am I thinking, she is soooo ugly....yeah ugly.

"Now, I know summer is here, but you guys musn't forget to do your summer learning or you all will never make it or barely make it, as some of you are doing now, through your junior year of high school", said my english teacher Mr. Rage.

"Why are you giving us work over the summer, man. Cut us some slack Rage", replied the class clown of my class Jordan.

"You've already been cut enough slack", Mr. rage argued spitting out the last word as if it was dirt on his tongue, "If I give you no work over the summer you will come back with nothing but tumbleweeds just a-bouncing around in those little heads of yours," now talking to the whole class. 

Bring, the bell sounded provoking cheers around the room and a "thank god" from Jacob. I stuffed my pencil and notebook in my bag and jumped up, making my way to the door. When I reached the door I wasn't surprised to see that hundreds of kids were moving to the exit, not because they walked home or were getting picked up but because they refused to remain in school any longer.

When I finally was able to escape the walls of the school I went and sat by my long time best friend Terry McDaniel. We'd known each other since 5th grade when he had moved here five summers ago. No one knew me as well as he did and no one knew him as well as I did. He even said that since he'd be going to California with his dad over the summer, he would meet me at Disney World.

"Hey Terry," I greeted, "You excited?".

"Yeah, we-" he started but I cut him off saying, "I can't wait another minute, my bags are packed and in the car. I can't wait to be off to Disney World. For the first time in forever I can finally go on a trip somewhere out of Watford City, North Dakota. I never get to......" I stop mid sentence realizing that I had been blabbering. People tell me often that I talk to much and to learn to keep my mouth shut. I feel that is kind of mean to say on their part but I do agree that I love to talk.

"I'm sorry Terry, what were you saying", suddenly realizing that he was going to answer my question of his level of excitement towards our trip to the world of disney, before I interrupted him.

"Well, I was just saying that I don't think I'll be able to go to Disney World with you because once I told my dad that I might be able to join you in your trip to disney world if he allowed it..... the point is my dad doesn't want me to come any more." he explained. Of course, he doesn't enjoy talking as much as I and got irritated after having to say such a long sentence.

"Bummer man, I guess I'll have to enjoy myself without you" I said, a smirk now forcing its way on to my face. 

"Oh really now, that's how it is, Okay" he exclaimed with a look of shock on his face.

"I'm just messing with you man, I'm sorry you can't come bro...... but, I'm still excited that I am going to Disney World" refusing to acknowledge the pinch of sadness about the absence of my friend on the trip.

Honk HONK, a car sounded ordering someone to come to it. Ordering me to come to it. It was my mother.

"Hey mom, so how was your day," I asked knowing that she would tell me about her day whether I asked to hear it or not. She is who I got the 'talking too much' from. I appreciate her though because when she's done, she is eager to listen to all the events of my day and my excitement for the trip.

Twenty minutes later, we arrive at the airport and twenty more minutes after that we were able to take off, having had few complications getting to the plane. My mom assumed that we would miss the plane and have to take the one after because she always seems to lose me in public settings. I honestly don't know how it happens, it's as if I have a super power and that is being lost by my mom.

I blame my accidentally being lost on my mom though because she walks too fast and then she forgets about me and doesn't remember me again until she gets to where she is going, then she remembers me. I am pretty small for someone my age though, so it might just be because she can't see me and expects to see that I am smart enough and fast enough to follow her. Whatever is going on, I always have to suffer.

I once had been left in the forest for three hours after going on a camping trip. I guess they didn't notice the quiet and peacefulness of a bus containing everyone but me. Or maybe they did and decided not to acknowledge it. Well, I'll sweep all my conspiracy theories aside for the next three days on our trip and sleep now so that I can rest up for the fun. 

Authors note:                                                                                                                                                                                 I know that this is kinda boring, but it is just the prologue. Something will pick up...hopefully. If it doesn't then, (even though I have no doubt that you will) I am giving you permission to not vote for my book and refuse to acknowledge its existence. I would accept this failure as a lesson and write a new book probably about several people being burned to death in a forest fire. Don't ask questions, it will only confuse you. Just be ready for the next chapter

Don't expect the next chapter soon though. I'm unpredictable, just know that it will get interesting, OR NOT. It's up to you I guess. I'm done talking now. Be blessed! :)