On The Move

Chapter 11: Texas

Do you know what Texas air smells like? Cow Manure! Do you know what manure is? It's poop. And let me tell you it does not smell good.

This is the first thing I think when we enter Texas. I mean the past few days have been hectic and all, but I thought upon entering Texas, we would finally get to relax a little.

But I just dont get how anyone could relax in a place that smells like dukey. 💩. Oh and your crazy dad is after you.

Well anyways we keep walking until we reach a place that says "Irish Inn". "Lets go in here. It can't be that bad." I say. Oh boy was I wrong.

When we open the doors it suddenly gets quiet. Then finally a guy with almost no hair and a tatoo of a tear drop on his face under his right eye says "Hey, arent those kids on the news. Dont you know this is a bar kids!"

Uh oh I must have mis-read the name of this place. It says "Irish pub and Inn." How did I miss that?

Then another voice says " Hey isnt it that girl who killed her mom. Stay away from her she's ruthless!"

Then there is a riot. I hear voices from all around "There's a price on their head get them."

"Leave them alone they could kill you."

"Come on, let's tie them up in the back! I need that money."

We turn around to leave but a big meaty man with an eyepatch and tatoos all up and down his arm ( ik so clićhe ) is blocking the way . "You guys are not going anywhere" Then his arms are surrounding us and we are being carried to a back room. Then we were tied up and left in the dark to ponder what was going to happen to is next.