...based on a true story of survival.

Well tonight I had another class. And for some insane reason, Reed decided to take a new way home afterwards. So at first we are traveling down a fairly busy highway for a few minutes while, without realizing it at the time, the lanes start to disappear. And then, all of the sudden Reed swerves the car noticing that he is in a right-turn-only lane. At this time I stopped listening to my iPod and realized we were in the middle of nowhere. Then the road devolved into dirt . On one side of our car (which, by-the-way, is a beat up old lady car with no AC) was a twenty foot deep ditch and on the other, gator infested savannah. We traveled down this death route for about fifteen minutes, while I busied myself by yelling my head off at Reed (who kept giggling finding our trip to be the funniest thing ever).

I hollered things like:
"You idiot!",
"What in the world were you thinking!",
"Take me back to civilization!",
"This isn't a road, its dirt parallel with more dirt!"

To make matters worse I had just downed a bottle of soda and was in much need of the little-stranded-white-girl's room. After that road turned into a dead end, we took a other dirt road that was only wide enough for one car. And sure enough a giant truck pulling a even bigger trailer came down from other side. After successfully pulling off the road to let the giant truck pass, we finally saw a road with street lights a mile away. After using excessive force and every word in my brother insulting arsenal, I got Reed to turn, the mobile junk yard that is his car, back toward civilization.

I expressed my glee by shouting to the heavens, "Huzzah, sighs of intelligent beings! Complex governmental systems in the form of road signs, and traffic signals! Neon lights proclaiming a thriving economic ecosystem! AND INDOOR PLUMBING!"

To finish my story, we made it home safely. Reed had the nerve to ask me not to relay our adventure to my parents. I agreed only after being handsomely bribed with Subway sandwiches.

Next class I'm packing a club in my book bag, just incase Reed gets any more creative navigational ideas.

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