Strolson Twins

Excerpt from a Diary of a Demented Fairy

Yuliet's POV (because I'm just that awesome.)

December 23 20?? (That secret isn't gonna be told by me!)

"People let's go already!" I shout, frustrated at their inefficiency. How hard is it to pack, get food, and get in the van in under an hour? "Come on! Danny, Bethany, and Cody are already there!"

"Where are we going again? And who are you talking about?"

Asher. I might just kill that boy. Or have Ashley do it. Then again she seems to have a thing for him. She likes him almost as much as Danny's dog, Zeke. That says something. Eek.

"For the last time, Asher, we are going to Fargo. Bethany, Cody, and Danny are the people from the Mansion. And if you don't hurry up, I will sick Taffy on you!" I shout. He seems completely terrified at this, and moves faster. Ah, the joys of owning a hyperactive pug-beagle.

Alex was already knocked out in the very backseat. Taffy was inspecting his face for food. Or treasure. Poor boy. He'll wake up with dog slobber all over him.

Cole put the last of the bags in the back and climbed in next to Alex. He then passed Taffy onto Ashley two rows ahead. Asher sat between the two rows watching my dog carefully as she was passed over his head. He seemed convinced that she would pee on him. Good grief. Just because she is small and hyper does not mean she pees everywhere.

Lexi sat in the row in front of Ashley's and behind the driver. Breanna sat next to me, in the shotgun seat, debating which food to eat.

I was driving, in case that wasn't clear. I had won the argument.

*2 hours earlier*

"Noooo!" Shouted Asher, completely terrified by the prospect of me driving.

Alex looked on, dazed from what we spiked his drink with. He hadn't wanted to go, so we found a simple drug that would make him pass out for the drive. He would wake up with a killer headache. Oh well. That's what you get for calling me Juliet. Jerk.

"Sally has the cleanest record," Ashley pointed out.

"Her dog is in the van. We will be safe." Gee, thanks Lex.

"It's my church's van, too!" Poor Cole. He has yet to win an argument against the rest of the SFC.

"Cole, shut up." We chorused in unison. A decade of best friendship makes that kind of thing happen a lot.

"Besides," Breanna said. " She's the one who knows where we're going."

And with that, I was in the drivers seat. Cue evil laughter here.

*End of Flashback*

"Everybody in?"

"Yep."

"Yeah."

"Sure."

And so on and so forth.

"Alex is sleeping? Jen, you have Taffy and her stuff, right?"

"Yes, Sally." This was Lexi.

"Oh stuff it, Jac." I replied.

The most ominous of words were spoken.

"Let's go!"