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Yankee Blaze	Aug 2 2007, 03:51 AM
Rayquaza's Warrior Posts: 1,127 Group: Dimension Warriors Member #6 Joined: June 3, 2007	I'm writing Chapter 2 as we speak! And it's done Well, time to put some words in your vocabulary if you’re interested about the roadtrips of America. (I’m going on another in August!) Interstate- A interstate highway is a highway with no traffic lights and the average speed is 65 miles per hour. (In Southern States, it’s like 70 or 80) They also have numbers like: I-85 or I-90 (Even numbers go east to west, Odd goes south to north) U.S. Highways- Highways with traffic lights and the average speed is 55 mph. (I think) State Highways- Same thing only the average speed is 30-45 mph. So, let’s get this chapter on the road. Chapter 2: Picked Up In Different Airports BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! It was 6:30 am. Frank used his left hand and smacked the alarm clock. He got out of bed and changed into what he was going to wear for the trip. Well, Day 1 to be exact. He went into Brooke’s room to notice she was already downstairs. After brushing his teeth, he went downstairs to notice Anthony putting in his toiletry bag in the trunk. After putting Frank’s in, he then heard a loud shriek as the car began to turn over. It was Brooke as she put her toiletry bag next to Frank’s and shut the trunk. “Okay, I’m driving,” said Frank, “So…” “I will take the-,” said Anthony, but Brooke cut him off, “SHOTGUN!” “SHOTGUN?” yelled Anthony, “Damn you!” Brooke opened the door to the front seat with the map in her hands. “Brooke, why need a map when we have Lola?” asked Frank. “Who the hell is Lola?” asked Brooke. Frank pressed the GPS button and a green glow appeared to show the street, another main road and a green line that has the Interstate Symbol with the number 87. “Hello, I am Lola. I am your personal traveling guide. How may I help you?” asked Lola. “Can you get me to Stewart Airport?” asked Frank, “In Newburgh, NY?” “Yes, just get on to Interstate 87 South,” said Lola. Frank got out of his driveway and drove toward Albany where they saw the Junction sign of Interstate 87. “Why that was easy,” said Brooke. They hopped on the interstate going south toward New York City (it’s only 87 miles away from Albany, heh!). “Brooke, do me a nice favor, will you please?” asked Frank. “What?” asked Brooke. “Did you bring your DS Morpher?” asked Frank. “Yeah,” said Brooke, “Why?” “Call Aly and tell her we are heading there,” said Frank. Brooke nodded and began to call Aly from the DS Morpher. “Hello?” asked Aly, “What’s up Brooke?” “Frank’s on his way to get you,” said Brooke. “How nice!” said Aly, “Nick has been here all this time and he is now been pestering me and pestering me on ‘Where’s Frank?’ And to tell you the truth, I know it is seven in the morning and I’m damn tired!” “Well, I woke up just in time for rush hour traffic,” said Frank. “CRAP!” yelled Aly, “HOW LONG UNTIL YOU GET THERE?” “What is the exit number here?” asked Brooke. “Let me check the toll ticket,” said Frank, “17 and we are at 22. We should be there in an hour if we don’t stop.” “Five exits!” said Aly, “Okay, let me know when you get off, that way I can wake up Sleeping Beauty. See ya soon!” Brooke closed the DS Morpher as Frank continued driving. Anthony looked at him, “Did you bring any music?” “What do you want to have played?” asked Frank. “Anything,” said Anthony. “Okay, My Boo from Usher, Lola,” said Frank. “Activating music,” said Lola. Brooke looked at Frank and turned to the GPS, “It plays music?” “Yeah,” said Frank, “Also, it makes good drinks. Lola, fruit punch for three please.” Three glasses popped out and red juice was sprayed in the cups. Anthony received one and Brooke received one. “Tastes good!” said Brooke. “Now leaving Albany,” said Lola. “About time, for a minute, I thought we would never leave,” said Frank, pressing the gas pedal. On the way, they noticed an exit heading to Woodstock. “Hey, Woodstock! Isn’t that the time where all the hippies come out and get stoned?” asked Brooke. “Yeah,” said Frank. A/N: It’s TRUE! HONESTLY, I SWEAR TO GOD, IF THERE WAS A CONCERT IN THE 60s, EVERYBODY WOULD BE SMOKING POT, GETTING HIGH AND DOING THE NAUGHTY NO-NO. (That’s one of those reasons why we got these diseases in the first place!) After a half an hour, they finally got into Newburgh. He got off the exit, paid the toll and asked the person a question. “Excuse me, I’m coming back on here. Do I need a new ticket?” asked Frank. “Yes. Now, leave,” said the person at the toll plaza. “What a bitch,” said Frank. “Oh, calm down,” said Brooke, “Where’s the airport?” “We have to get on I-84,” said Frank, “Then head east to the airport.” After five minutes, they reached the big airport and called Aly and Nick. Aly yawned as he hugged Frank, Brooke and Anthony. Nick didn’t want to shake hands, he wanted to sleep. Today, Aly wore a blue t-shirt with blue shorts and Nick wore a pair of jeans and a black tank top. They got back on the Interstate and headed straight toward… Where? “Okay,” said Frank, “I need to head to Newark Airport.” “Take Interstate 87 South and get off Exit 14A to the Garden State Parkway, which will lead into New Jersey, then go 30 miles south to Exit 142,” said Lola. “Okay, we don’t care about the exits. Go!” said Brooke. “On the way, I’ll stop at Dunkin’ Donuts,” said Frank. “Dunkin’ Donuts? Why not stop here?” asked Aly. “Because I know EXACTLY where I am going,” said Frank, “I never liked the Sloatsburg Service Area anyway. Nasty!” After an hour, Frank drove toward the Garden State Parkway, and the sun began to rise and warm up the car, suddenly as they saw the welcome sign, Lola said: “Now entering New Jersey,” “Shut Up, Lola,” said Anthony. The car pulled up to the Food and Fuel Service Area of Montvale. There, Frank got a huge case of donuts that were assorted. “Mmm… Donut,” said Frank, eating a chocolate glazed donut on the way to Newark. “Do we have to go thirty miles down to 142?” asked Aly. “No,” said Frank, “I know a shortcut and trust me. It pisses off Lola every time.” They reached the exit that led to another Interstate. He got off and Lola got mad: “RECALIBRATING! TURN RIGHT in .5 miles,” said Lola, “LISTEN TO ME! DAMN YOU!” “Get me a sledge hammer,” said Aly, “Now.” Instead of getting off at this wonderful calm place called Saddle Brook, Frank went to Interstate 80, which was one of the interstates that goes from New Jersey to California. “Well, now what?” asked Brooke, “We’re heading to Newark! Not the city! Frank, are you blind?” “No,” said Frank, “This leads to the New Jersey Turnpike. The Turnpike heads DIRECTLY to the airport.” “Oh,” said Brooke. As Frank and Brooke sat in the two captain’s chairs, Anthony was in the middle, with Aly and Nick in the back. “Something tells me, I may need to put Jack’s and Sentro’s luggage on the roof,” said Frank. “Don’t say that,” said Brooke, “Why?” “I think Aly brought everything but the kitchen sink,” said Frank. Brooke turned to notice Aly’s huge briefcase squishing Anthony’s with Nick’s black suitcase on top with bags of accessories. “Oh… yeah,” said Brooke, “Unless we put the accessories under the seat.” “Possible,” said Frank. Finally, they hit Newark and Frank got off the exit to the Airport. They waited for Jack and Ash or Sentro to get off the gate and toward them. Jack wore a yellow t-shirt with black pants and Sentro wore a white t-shirt with grey pants and shoes. “Damn you security,” said Jack, “Hi.” “Well, if it isn’t Jack,” said Anthony. “Hey, Starfighter,” said Jack, “So, what do we do now?” “Well,” said Frank, “Who wants to go to Florida first?” “ME!” said Brooke, “I WANT TO GO TO DISNEY!” “Eww… Universal,” said Aly. Everyone turned to Aly with an angry mood and it was also because they were tired too. “I guess Disney is great, then what?” asked Aly. “We’ll see,” said Frank.


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