5 Day Weekend (courtesy of Ordo):

My dad bellows out for me to shovel the driveway. I don't wanna shovel the frickin' drive, too bad my dad drags me out into the cold winter night by the scruff and thrusts a shovel in my hands. He watches me shovel three shovel-fulls, he gets cold and goes back in, maybe to guzzle more beer, I don't care. The hell with this, so I hop the fence and make tracks to the train station. The next train doesn't come till morning so I need to get out of the cold. I get lucky and find an unlocked car in the parking lot. I'm sitting there, bored as hell, freezing my butt off. So I hotwire the car and hit the heater. I'm not cold but I'm still bored. The lot hasn't been plowed yet and there are few cars, I put her in drive, floor it, slam the brakes, and slide across the lot. I'm turning donuts when out of nowhere, a cop pulls up. Oh crap, I stop the car and the pig walks up. He asks for my license and registration. I slowly go to the glove box and inside is the registration, and I pull out my own license. He asks me whose car this is and I tell him it's my step dad's. The pig buys it and leaves me with a stiff warning. Ha! It gets boring, so I hop in the back and catch some Z's. I wake up in the morning, take all the change I find (I even found a twenty), take the flares (who knows when you need a fire), and get on the train. While I'm sitting there, I decide to go up to Chicago. I hear the speaker crackle out that Fox Lake is the last stop, which means I went north instead of south. Oops. I get off and start my journey. This place looks like typical suburbia, so I head down the street and look around. Lo and behold, a strip joint. I stroll up to the door but the bouncer stops me short. I'm asked if I'm eighteen. Since I'm seventeen, I quickly point at the opposite wall and yell excitedly for him to look over there, he looks, I jump forward, but he catches me. Dammit. The trained ape kicks me out on my butt. Oh well. I wander to what looks like the local forest preserve. It's getting dark and I need to crash somewhere, preferably warm. I see two girls camping, trying to start a fire with no luck. I walk up and offer help. I toss a flare on to the pile and up it goes. They thank me and offer to let me sit around a while. I introduce myself as Dru, short for Druid. They do the same, Sera is a petite brunette, and Collie is a cute blonde, but they're nothing to write home about. We sit around for a while and eventually Sera pulls out a guitar from her truck. She can't play worth crap. She laughs. I tell her I play a little. She hands it over and I play that song about Miss American Pie. Collie starts to sing. God dammit! She's good! Her voice is beautiful. When we finish, Sera claps and I tell Collie that, God dammit, you're good! She blushes and denies it. I tell her that her voice is beautiful, and she asks if I think so. I say that she's a whole lot better than Idle's (my band) lead singer, Rob, who's seventeen and still sounds like he's going through puberty. She gets up, gives me a hug and says thanks. We all break out laughing. Through the night we talk. I learn about Sera's older sister who ran off with the circus, I learn about how Collie earns money by singing in bars. I tell them how I ditched my family because I didn't feel like shoveling the driveway, they laugh. Sera offers to let me stay with them in the tent, but no monkey business, I swear on Scout's Honor, even though I was never a Scout. We wake up in the morning and drive around, we catch a flick, blow some quarters at an arcade, talk; you know, general hanging out. Somewhere along the line, we didn't know where, the tent flies out the tailgate. So we're out a crash pad. We don't have anywhere to go. I get a fabulous idea. We walk into the local Dennys, open twenty-four hours a day, and sit. We order a small glass of soda and leave it on the table (no eat, no seat). We crash there for the night, sleeping in shifts. Around four A.M. when the waitress from the shift we came in on returns to start her shift again, we get kicked out. We got nothing better to do, so we decide to drive back up to where I live, in Libertyville, I want to get my guitar and play for them a little. That's a boring hour and a half drive. When we pull up to my house (drive still unshoveled) I sneak in and try to get my guitar. My mom sees me and says the school said I was truant for three days. She doesn't even realize I had even left! I take advantage of this situation. I ask her if I can go out with some friends. She says no, but says they can come here. Groovy. Sera and Collie come in, I play for a bit and they have fun. After a few hours the girls have to leave, I get their numbers, kiss them on the cheek and wish them well. I sleep. In the morning, my mom makes damn sure I go to school. I haven't seen my friends in a long time anyway. The day goes normal, except seventh period. I'm sitting there in history class, praying for something to get me out of here, when two cops come in. They tell me to come up there, and they cuff me. I ask what charge. They say Grand Theft Auto. I have no idea what they're talking about, then I remember in the parking lot. Oh well. At least I got out of a pop quiz

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