Jennifer
Road trips. I. Hate. Road trips. Just the thought of having nothing to do and being crammed up inside of a car with four seats and having no one to entertain you except your family, or your friends, or whoever was on the trip with you, which in my case happened to be a group of freaking lunatics.
Being stuck in a car for two hours just to go to the nearest movie theater was crazy. No, not crazy. Make that insane with Amy Randolph and Phillip Martinez. I was sitting in the back seat of the four-person car, right next to a red haired Zack Posey, also known as the best friend.
Zack Posey and I had been best friends since the second day of sixth grade when I moved to Chester's Mill from my old town of Columbus, Ohio. I know, big city girl. Must think she's all that. In fact I think Zack is more obsessed with himself than me.
Anyway, I got on the bus for my first day was trying to find a place to sit when I realized that no one really wanted to share a seat with the new girl. That is where Zack comes in. There he is. Cell phone out, taking selfies and checking his blazing red hair out as he pushes his square glasses up with his pale, freckle infested hand. He waves me over, thrashing his hand vigorously around and orders me to sit down beside him, and I didn't have much to lose, so I sat down. We've been inseparable ever since.
Phillip Martinez sat in the driver's side, driving us down the completely desolate road. Amy Randolph sat in the passenger side seat beside of Philip, or rather, she stood in the passenger side seat trying to climb across and over to us.
The road looked old and needed a fresh coat of paint, as we could see the yellow chipping away the further we drove from Chester's Mill in the car. The once black road had now faded and deteriorated to a light, cloudy storm gray. The road was surrounded by and engulfed in brown, green, golden forestry. The dreary gray sky was barely visible through the jade green leaves of the tallest tree giants in the forest. A few random fallen tree limbs appeared here and there along the road, as well as green, red, orange, and golden leaves that waltzed and jived through the sky. Bushes and a variety of temperate plants stuck out into the road where they had overgrown. It looked so peaceful, so calm... the opposite of the aura inside the car.
On the interior of the vehicle, it was utter chaos as an immature, irresponsible, disrespect, outrageous Amy attempted to change positions from the front of the car, back to the rear where Zack and I sat. Zack had his newest Apple cell phone out, sighing and snapping selfies of himself for Snapchat or Instagram, or whatever the hell the latest social media site is. Phillip was attempting to drive while yelling at Amy to sit down, who simply brushed him off with a gesture we won't discuss.
"Amy!" I snapped at her, huffing and puffing in annoyance with her outlandish behavior. "First off, put the damn finger down... now! Secondly, get your ass in one of the seats, I mean what are you five?" I scoffed at her, rolling my chestnut pupils. The blonde haired Amy narrowed her eyes at me, before sitting down on the cd container in between the two front seats.
Zack looked up from his phone. "Guys, I thought that this car had a wifi hotspot?"
He asked, sighing heavily as he aimed his phone at the window.
"It does." Phillip responded, slightly perplexed. He burrowed his chocolate eyebrows as his tan skin wrinkled in confusion.
"Well," the ginger began, letting yet another sigh escape his lips, "it isn't working." He declared, as though the world would stop at his newfound discovery.
I looked at him, exchanging best friend looks. Funny thing about having a best friend is, the two of you will at one point or another, establish an unspoken language. For example, as his hazel eyes gazed into my chestnut ones, he raised his right eyebrow, signaling that the was something suspicious about the Internet connection being unable to be established. Following this, I rolled my eyes and closed my left eye shut for a split second, which meant that he thought everything is suspicious. He then nodded and squinted his eyes, meaning that Amy was driving him nuts. My response was a blink and a left eye wink, which translated to... worse than the suspicious internet activities going on around here? He pursed his lips, saying that it was far worse than that mystery. A roll of my eyes stood for him being overly dramatic. He placed a hand on his chest, wiping an invisible, nonexistent teardrop from his cheek and allowing his jaw to sink to the ground like the Titanic did in April of 1912. That meant: thank you so much! I waved my hand and looked away, ending the conversation. To summarize the conversation the two of us dysfunctional best friends just had:
Zack: Dude, there is something super duper... like fishy about this whole no wifi hotspot.
Jen: Zackary, you, my friend, think every single aspect of life is suspicious.
Zack: Then, on top of that, Jennifer, freaking Amy is KILLING me!
Jen: Worse than the debatable internet activities we've been witnessing?
Zack: Yes! Much, much worse than that unsolved case.
Jen: Oh grow up! You're such a Drama King.
Zack: Aw... thank you so much!
See, we had an unspoken language we used when we weren't speaking aloud.
I looked back up to see Amy still seated in the same exact location she was parked in before. I opened my mouth to scold her when Phillip released a low groan from the front of the car, followed by a static sound. "The damn stereo won't start working." He told the three of us. "Can't here anything."
Zack put his phone down on the middle area between the two of us. No, scratch that, he slammed his cellular device down with a loud whack! "Okay, why do I have no bars on my phone?" He demanded, his voice serious as though he were in an all out, one of a kind, ginger rage.
As if both on cue and out of nowhere, the ground started shaking furiously, rocking the car and the entire woods. In an instant we all knew it was an earthquake. Zack had one hand pressed to the leather seats with his phone in hand, while the other hand clutched the "oh shit" handle on the roof of the car. Phillip swerved on the road, attempting to pull over. I just cupped my hands over my face, given how much I loathed earthquakes.
About roughly five minutes later, the shaking and rattling ceased, all of the sudden, leaving us all with a ringing sound and our bones vibrating. A loud boom went off next, and a bright flashing light. When we opened our eyes, the car was split in half... and so was Amelia "Amy" Randolph.
