Steven: *packing his brown, leather suitcase* I think it might be hot in Virginia. Better pack some shorts. *puts some red shorts into his suitcase*
Iris: *spying* Unbelievable.
Steven: Clayton will be here at 3:30 am. Daylight driving will be important. How will the weather be in Virginia? *looks up the weather forecast for Alexandria VA* Holy Texas toast! Thunderstorms for tomorrow and tomorrow night! Could even run into some storms on the way down! *gets his umbrella*
Iris: *still spying* Who is gonna take him to VA?
Ken: Iris, it's rude to spy like that!
Iris: I'm sorry, Ken, but he's really going through with it!
Ken: I know. Let him make a fool of himself.
Stella: How long is he supposed to be in Virginia?
Ken: He's coming back Monday. He better get his butt to bed, after he is done packing. He has to get up at 3 am, before his ride shows up.
Steven: Done! *zips up his suitcase*
Ken: Here's your money for food.
Steven: *dumbfounded* What food?
Ken: If you stop at any of the service areas on the New Jersey Turnpike, stupid!
Steven: It'll probably be for breakfast! I want to eat some lunch!
Ken: Too bad! Put your money in your wallet! What kind of car does Clayton drive?
Steven: A white 1987 Buick Regal.
Ken: Okay. Get ready for bed! You gotta be ready for your trip!
Steven: Uh huh. *goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth* I am gonna make everyone in Washington aware of me! 2024 is gonna be one heck of a year! *brushes his teeth Colgate sensitive toothpaste, and rinses out with cool mint Scope mouthwash*
This story was written on Thursday, June 22nd, 2023.
A/N Have a safe trip to Virginia. You ain't gonna run for president. 😅😅😅😅😅😅 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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