4. Road Trip

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WARNING! Mild cursing, and Smoking Of Weed (Cannabis)(and more detailed than previously) in this chapter. Just thought I should warn y'all.

Seventh of May 2022
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Part 1

One Thorn of Experience
Is Worth a Whole
Wilderness of Warning.
~James Russel Lowell

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"What did the Buffalo say to his son when he left  for school?" Jason said without warning.

"Well, that silence was nice while it lasted." Polly muttered into her book.

"What?" Elizabeth asked, looking at Jason.

"Bison!"

Liz blinked. "Hey that's actually pretty good! Po, wasn't that pretty go—"

Her best friend looked at her. She didn't say anything, but they had been friends long enough that Liz knew what her friend meant. Po went back to reading and Elizabeth shrugged at Jason, who rolled his eyes.

Polly never laughed at his jokes. It was pretty much a thing. That wasn't to say she didn't like them, but Jason didn't know that.

Nevermore hopped to Liz's side and telepathically asked, "are those bugs?"

Liz blinked. "Um, no, Nev these are numbers. its math."

"They look like bugs."

"There not bugs! Look—"

For the next 10 minutes Liz tried in vane to explain what math was.

"Your doing math??" Polly asked, finally noticing her best friends occupation, incredulously.

"Um, yea?"

"Why the hell are you doing math???"

"Because I need to...."

"You know Po," Jason snickered. "That rhymes. *He he*. Some people actually go to school, and like, acutely do their home work. And like, actually enjoy it. Some people think learning is fun."

"Yeah but—"

"Don't you at least do some of the homework they have me bring back for you??" Liz looked slightly hurt.

"Oh common Liz! You know I just chuck that stuff under my bed—"

"Wait." Jason irrupted. "Not only do you not go to school, you don't do any of the homework?"

Polly shrugged. "Of course not."

"Wow. I'm not sure if I should be impressed or horrified."

"Impressed, definitely."

Liz had been studying a rather difficult problem for the past few minutes but she finally through her school book back into her bag saying, "ok thatsenough! I like math, it's interesting, and you know how much I like figuring things out, but too much is just too much. Do you want to smoke now Po?"

"Ooh yeah! Can you roll? I didn't bring my pipe."

They lapsed into another long silence as Liz got out the grinder and their small bag of leaf.

Polly returned to her book, Eddie Allan Po, Short Story's of Gloom and Doom.

Jason fell back into his back and gazed at the tall oak tree they sat under.

It was a dewy morning—around 9 o'clock—and they had brought out a dark brown blanket to sit on.

"Do you think trees can talk?" Jason wondered out loud.

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