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The Guilt Trip
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Continúa, Has publicado nov 04, 2013
6 Teenagers
1 Road Trip
And A game of guilt.

What happens when a road trip turns into a guilt trip ...

6 teens go on a road trip to celebrate going into senior year. When there car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, they have to think of something to do to keep them from going out of there minds with boredom, that something is a game. A game that relies on guilt.

The Rules of the game:
1. All stories must be true.
2. It must be played in pairs
3.Whoever feels the guiltiest wins.
If you win, you get one dare, and the loser has to go through with it. No matter what!

This isn't a road trip anymore, it's a Guilt Trip.
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Why can't teenagers just be teenagers? We are young, we want to live, we want to love and be loved, we want to do crazy shit, make mistakes, break our own hearts, risk our lives and lose our money. Why? Because that's how it's supposed to be... You can't take the teenager out of us, as much as you try, and if you force them to suppress it then you create a tragedy. I was one of them once, the sort of kids you all want your children to be, quiet, respectful, scared of breaking the law, few friends, I didn't drink smoke or take drugs, and did my homework like a nice little Angel. In short I was perfect, and I absolutely hated it, I had no reason to live. But then Sam came along, he was running away- from what? I didn't really care; I just knew that if I didn't go with him, I'd die inside. We loaded his car then drove away, it was as easy, and fricking scary as that. What did we do after that? Where did we go? Oh nothing much really, just a little holiday to Mexico...