Tankfest and tickets

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Mike's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw 4 pieces of paper, that just fell out of My recently opened chip bag. I just got home from my local supermarket and decided to watch Der Film for the hundred time. When I saw a small plastic bag containing 4 small pieces of paper fall into my chips bowl. "Are these the rumored tickets for Tankfest?" I asked myself, I couldn't believe it. I heard about it on the news, but didn't think much of it. I mean yeah I was bloody excited if I won, but I couldn't go due to school. But when my high school randomly burned down, I don't know why. But I guess it was a random arsonist, maybe even a classmate or an other highschooler. Anyway, I had the time to go to Tankfest. But seeing as there are 3 days left before it begins, I decided to not bet on it that I could go. It was probably already found, but I guess I was wrong.

I quickly opened the small plastic bag and put my bowl on the table In front of me. I still couldn't believe that I got them. "I better call the rest, they will be as excited as I am. I just know it" I quickly went through my contacts and tapped on the first person I could find, Brandon.

Brandon's P.O.V.

I was drawing in my room, when suddenly my phone rang. I picked it up and saw that Mike was calling me. 'I wonder what he wants to tell me' I thought to myself. I quickly accepted the call and put my phone to my ear "yo Mike, you need something?" I asked him. A short pause follow, and he said one thing: "dude, pack your bags. We're going to Bovington!" He screamed, he seemed really excited "why? Did something happen?" I asked him, "you know those rumored tickets that were in the news a few days ago?" He replied "Yeah, I heard about those. Waaiittt, don't tell me you got those" my voice got more excited the more I talked. "I sure have, I just got them. So, you wanna go?" He asked, "I sure as hell am coming along, I will ask Hilbert, can you ask Mia?" I asked him "sure, can you ask him to come to my house in 20 minutes?" He replied. "Sure, see you in a few minutes!"

Around 20 minutes later at Mike's house Mike's P.O.V.

"you said you had the tickets?" Mia asked, "I sure do, here" I said as I handed the tickets to them, they looked on in amazement. Just like me they couldn't believe it. Hilbert picked one up, "I sure hope these are real, cause I'm dying to go" his voice was filled with excitement, a smile was plastered on his face. "I checked on the Tank Museum's page, they are real" I explained to him. "Then what are we waiting for?! Let's pack our bags" Brandon's excited voice screamed. The three of them pulled out a bag each. I also pulled mine from behind the couch. "LET'S GO!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

No P.O.V. following the four friends to the Bovington tank museum

The four friends ran out of Mike's house, each of them had their bag on their back and a ticket in 1 hand. As they got to the street a taxi was conveniently already there, Mike ran to the drivers And tapped on the window. The taxi driver rolled down the window and looked at Mike "what do you need kid?" He asked. "Can me and my friends get a ride to the Bovington tank museum?" Mike asked the taxi driver, while pointing to his friend behind him. The taxi driver loomed behind Mike and nodded "sure, get in. Names Carl" Carl replied. The four friends got in and since the taxi was big enough, the four of them could easily get in. Mike was in front next to Carl, while Mia, Brandon and Hilbert on the back seat. Their bags were placed behind them, while Mike's bag was in between his legs. "Sooo, why are you going there? You guys don't seem to be adults" Carl asked, Mia quickly replied with: "it's for a school trip, but we overslept and missed the bus" luckily for them Carl seemed pleased with that answer and focused his attention back to the road in front of him

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 13, 2019 ⏰

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