Family: Chaos Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I am right now sitting in the middle of our bus, which was repainted for the team. The road trip is to take 7 HOURS! UGH! ARGH! Luckily, there was a movie screen on the top, unfortunately, Dad forgot the movie cases, oh, and so did Ma. Maybe I should tell you a bit about Ma. Ma couldn't recover after giving birth to me and the others, so now, she has to go around in a wheelchair. But I am so glad she made it, of course, without killing herself AND us. The only thing to do was stare out at the scenery, oh, and shooting spitballs at my brothers' mouths with a straw. But that started to get boring. In about three hours left to go, one of my friends, looked around in his bag, and found that his baby sis put one of those dumb Dora movies in his bag. Just when Dad suggested we should watch it, the poor fellow quickly grabbed the movie and threw it out of the window. Since we were going to the championship, we got free tickets to the Dallas Cowboy Hotel. In there, we found the Houston Horrors already there, snickering at the Chaos. The big bully walked up to me. "Ho Ho, Savanna Chaos, embarrasing your name, Ha! You think you can beat u..." Savanna stopped his speech with a nice, fast uppercut, leaving him clutching his chin, "Well, Big Bully, if you put one of your jelly-stained hands on one of my bros, your mother will refuse to pay for your medical bill." "Tough words from a wimpy girl, eh, boys?" The Horrors snickered at that remark. Savanna put her hand in her pocket. "No! Don't do the duct tape trick in public, Savanna!" shouted Jake softly. Savanna glared at Jake and put the duct tape away. We, the Chaos, retreated to our hotel room, or, should I say hotel 'rooms'. Tomorrow was the big day. Fans would be roaring, drinks will be pouring, and we are to be as flattened as pancakes. The first thing we all did was have a fist-fight for the bathroom. Of course, I always win. But that was the most embarrasing time of my life. Apperently, The bathroom was stationed next to the wall that leads to the other room, where, of course, half of the Horrors will be sleeping. The first thing I noticed, was that, there was a buzzing sound, then I saw it as I was washing my hands. The chainsaw blade, cutting through the wall. In about three seconds, Crayola Jellybean Kidd, steppind through the wall, into the bathroom. To put a long story short, let us just say that now we can't go into the bathroom without the Houston Horrors observing. Of course, that means we have to use the DISGUSTING public bathroom.