The Trip

 

Have you ever heard that the truth is scarier then fiction? I know that it is, but I use to not believe that until that summer.

 

                                                    Chapter 1

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             I was Fifteen years old.  It was June 1; I had just been released from school, almost one hour ago, for the summer.  I was wearing my favorite pair of blue jeans and my only tie-dye shirt which was much worn.  I was on the bus heading home, as always, I was the last to get off.  It didn’t really bother me because I liked the ride.  I lived in a small neighborhood.  There were almost no kids were I lived except this two-year old girl who was very annoying.  Then the bus slowly came to a stop and I got off and I watched as the empty bus drove away.  I slowly walked across the street to my house.  It was medium sized, not too big, but not too small, at the same time.  The house was always neat because my mom was a neat freak.  She liked to clean more than anything in the world. One time she told me to break some thing so she could clean.  My dad was almost the opposite: he made lots of messes. One time he flooded the upstairs because he wanted to see how long it would take for the bath tube to over flow.  They love each other and that’s what counts.  I walked through the yard to the front door.  I got out my keys and opened the door.  I was alone in the house.  My parents would not get home until five and it was only four.  I went up stairs to my room. My room was the first one from the right. It was decorated with bright colorful walls.   My sheets and most of my other stuff are all purple.  Purple is my favorite color.  I set down my bag and went back down stairs to the Kitchen.  I went to the refrigerator and got out the milk. It was Pet milk it was the only one that my mom would drink she said the others tasted funny to her.  Then I went to the cupboard to get me a glass.  There was only one there. The glass was blue my mom’s favorite color. My dad broke more than half of the glasses trying to make a tower.  My mom decided to just get new glasses altogether.  So she threw all of the broken glasses and some unbroken into the trash except three for us to drink out of.  I took the glass and poured some milk into it.  I returned the milk to the fridge.  Then I took a sip; it was refreshing to my lips.  I had not drunk milk until three days before.  There was no milk until last night when my mom went to the store while my neighbor watched me and my dad.  Who figured out that plastic could catch on fire.  He ended up almost burning down the house and our neighbors.

 

                       

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            I walk into the living room and sat down on the couch.  I though about how long the school year was.  I felt that I was never going to see my friends again.  They only lived ten minutes away.  They never came out and they never called me.  I felt separated. Three whole months until I saw another friend again made me fell empty. I had no pets because my mom is allergic to practically every thing.   I guess I could keep busy with the million books that my mom bought to encourage me to read.   Then I thought again and came to my senses.    Those books are not even going to be touched during this summer.   They were never touched that summer just as I predicted.  I was going to make a plan to do something amazing like parachuting, but my mom would not allow me to do that.   I finished my milk and put my glass into the sink in the kitchen.  Then I walked back to the living room and started to play my favorite video game which is called Dark World. The game consist of many different levels were you either have to kill a number of demons or collect a number of artifact or gems. I was on the vampire level and I could not defeat this vampire. I came so close to killing him but one of is minions came out of nowhere and killed me before I could finish him off. It was so unfair. I was ready to get back at him so I found every minion and killed them. Then I found the last vampire and he whipped me out with one strike. I was so mad I though I would break the game in pieces. I finally beat the level after I found there was a secret health potion behind a door I had never though to open.

 

 

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            I started to work on the next level when I heard my parents open the door they       were arguing about an experiment that had gone horribly wrong. They both said hello to me and went down the hallway into the kitchen. My mom was wearing a blue t-shirt and blue jeans.   My mom looked like a famous model. She was slender and tall with an elegant face like that of a doll. I always wished that I would grow up to look just like her, but I would not waste my beauty in some boring job I would rather be an actor. My dad was wearing a red shirt and blue jeans. He was hansom with humorous charm that my mom could not resist. He was a few inches taller than my mom but always made jokes that he was so much taller. I worked on my game a little more and almost beat the next level which was a level about these evil puppets that attacked you by jumping out and attacking you with wooden swords.   Seconds later I died from this evil dog puppet that I did not even know they were in the game.   Then I heard my mom calling my name which is Alex. My full name is Alexandria Theo Vecoleson, but everyone usually calls me Alex. I always think that my name is so boring, but I got it because my mom said that Alex fitted me who knows why.

                                   

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            I walked into the kitchen and smelled the spaghetti that my mom had been cooking for dinner. My parents were standing near the contour.  They were degusting there work which they are scientist who design different inventions for the army.  They work at this facility which supports there different ideas. It was weird how much they paid them to just think up things, but I was not complaining. They said it was time to eat. We all gathered plates, forks, and got some spaghetti. It was wonderful; my mom makes the best spaghetti. While we were eating my mom said that they were going to a convention in about a week.  The convention was to be held at a small city in New York. New York is very far away from Grovetown, Georgia. My mom said I was going to stay at the house that my dad inherited from my great-great-great-great-grandfather. Well actually my great-great-grandfather got it before he did but he just inherited it to my dad with out even setting foot in the house. I would be alone all day but I would be closer to them then I would be here. They could drive and check on me. The house was only a twenty minute drive from where the convention was. It was kind of weird why they were not staying in the house with me.   I did not ask why I though they might need to be in walking distance of the convention or the government had special rooms or buildings that they were to stay in. It brightened my whole day though because I rather be stuck in a new different place just waiting to be explored rather than our unexciting house. Not to talk bad against my home it is just that I have been in this house for ever and I have explored the entire mysterious or exciting things about it and I am ready for a change. Even if the change was only for a day or a week, I would still have fun exploring the new surroundings.   They said I would have a better time there, then if I were to stay with them all day which with my curiosity would get me in trouble before the first day was over. Then another thing went into my mind that they had not even given me the option of coming with them. What if I had really wanted to know what went on at one of their conventions would they not let me go and see what went on. If that was the factors then what were they keeping from me. These were questions that I had though about my whole entire life they all ways kept quiet about what they did all day long.

 

 

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            I soon forgot about it after dinner I was just so excited to go. I did not care if they were doing something they did not want me to see. I would have been unsupervised for as long as the convention lasted which could have been very long. My mom once told me that one of there conventions lasted three months, because they were debating over what was there project for a year like if they wanted to develop a more efficient gun if that was what they did.  That meant I had the possibility of doing my own thing for the whole summer it was so exhilarating. I could not wait to go. I started packing all of my favorite things to do so I would not get bored.  It would be torture if I had to sit forever in a place that could be explored in one day.    I almost convinced them into taking my computer with me, but my mom said that it would take too much space in the car. I even got my dad into thinking that it would be educational and that I could do reports for next year. They do not even give out reports to do any more unless you have regular English and they do not even give the same assignment out each year at the fear that the students would cheat on the students of the previous year. I would have had advance placement English.

 

 

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By the time I went to bed that night I had this weird idea in my mind that this would be a new beginning. The next morning was very slow I was playing my game and I beat the weird puppet dog level, which was weirder than the human puppets because the dogs looked like their were dead but then they pop back up bite you then dyed. Now I was on this level where you advanced from a knife to this gigantic sword which had your own name on it with two serpents that had a purple gem in their mouths. It was awesome I wished I could have a sword just like it. After you get the sword you have to beat all your past enemies, which seemed very easier than before because the sword did more damage then the knife did. I thought it was a much needed upgrade because I killed each one of them with only one strike. I read in the manual for the game and the sword was supposedly going to get different devices on it as you completed major levels. The next level the monsters were twice as hard as that of my old levels. It took two hits instead of one. Before I went to the next level I had lunch, which was a bologna and cheese mustard sandwich with ruffle chips it was good. I decided that I was tired of playing the game.   So I turned off the game and went up to my room and turned on my computer. I was going to play this game on yahoo dot com. The game was called bounced out. It was a game where you try to align three rubber balls and the balls all had to be the same color. A few hours passed by and it was time for dinner. I turned off my computer went down stairs ate dinner then watched some television in the living room. The rest of the week went by just like that but each day I would pack a little more in my suitcase. Then the day was here.

 

 

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I was so stimulated by all of this it was so intoxicating. The only thing was left to do is drive up there. My dad said that the house was good for exploring and that I would like it there. We left at five in the morning and I was not even half way awake. I was wearing my favorite polar bear T-shirt and a pair of jeans.   It was a long drive it took fourteen hours and we only stopped four times two for bathroom breaks and one for lunch and once for dinner. I had a chicken salad and some ice tea for lunch.   I had a cheeseburger and fries for dinner.  It was not the best, but I liked it still. The car ride seemed to take forever. I loved riding in the car but not this long and my parents could not decide on what music station to listen to. We had to sit in silence for the whole ride.