Spy School

Chapter 17 We meet again?

Ben's P.O.V.

"please stop the car I really need to go" I whined uncontrollably "Sorry Kiddo" my grandpa explained "we gotta keep going for another 1 hour until we can take an exit on the freeway." "seriously? Who choose this rout?" I complained "Me said Emma" I shut my mouth immediately

"Here" said Emma, she shoved an old, smelly, and stained by stuff that I don't even want to know about. "Are kidding me right now Em?" "Nah" she said "i'm not" "W-What if i get like a disease or something, cause I can actually get sick just by looking at the bottle.

"Fine then" Em said the don't use it "Then don't frikin whine like a baby." "ah I don't care anymore!" I grabbed the bottle from where she put it and felt relief "ahh" "GROSS" my cousin yelped covering her eyes.

I felt my face blush and grow warm as I finished. "DUDE!!!" Em yelled "I was just joking" I felt my face blush even more (if possible) "Oke I'm done" I called she looked back at me in disgust "get that thing away from me" she said as coldly as Erica.

""yes sir" wait a second" I thought, suddenly I felt a searing pain across my face "WHADU JUS CALL ME?!" she yell deafeningly, "Uh ma'am" I corrected myself hoping that she would not notice.

"good" she said. I rubbed my face where I was slapped and grimaced "oof" I thought to myself.

Erica's P.O.V.

We got in the van quickly and took off. I wore my t-shirt and jeans to look like an "normal" kid jeez when did America become like this I pondered. Our black van quickly maneuvered through the traffic, although my grandpa hated using the GPS (global positioning system) we did so anyways despite him muttering about how we are all about technology these days.

Suddenly I heard a muffled shouting of two people fighting that suspiciously sounded of Ben. The only other person that noticed was my grandpa who looked like he just woke up and was getting ready for work.

Cyrus leaned the car closer to the van and saw another old man whistling. "Jesus Christ!" Mike cried "is he kidnapping those children!" he exclaimed uncontrollably. "Calm down" said Cyrus "i'm sure there is a perfect explanation for this. Suddenly the man in the van jerked his head forward then put his hand on his waist,

He grabbed a pistol in his left hands which was hidden under his utility belt and fired it at us. "HOLY SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS" screamed Chip. Our car spun around in circles off the road and in the midst of all this I heard Mike screaming "OH GOD I'M to good looking to die!"