It was weird traveling alone.
Well, he wasn't actually alone - not with his two younger brothers asleep in the seats beside him. This was just rare that the three of them went anywhere without their father or mother - or both - and their younger siblings. However, this time their father and two of their younger sisters had gotten sick, so their mother had been forced to stay behind and take care of them while her three oldest boys went off to appear on the Live with Regis and Kathy Lee Show. (Author's note: I just used this show for the timing.)
Isaac Hanson looked out the window of the airplane as it passed through the foggy grayness of the clouds. He closed his eyes as the plane sped through the air back toward Tulsa.
Tracy Dennis didn't want to take another step. Her feet ached and her body was fatigued. She hadn't eaten in almost a week. Well, Stupid, that's your own fault, she reminded herself dryly. You picked a helluva week to give up junk food, girl.
In the nearly three days she'd been on the road, she'd gotten used to the grumbling, gnawing sensation in her stomach. At times, she didn't even notice it . . .
Suddenly, Tracy's attention was caught on the sound of an engine behind her. A rusty off-red truck was barreling down the all but deserted road. Throwing her backpack over her shoulder, she put on a smile and stuck her thumb out in the direction she was headed.
The truck zoomed past her and kicked up a thick cloud of sand only to stop ten feet away and back up. A man with a gut larger than his fat head and a mouth full of yellow teeth leered at her. He scratched his patchy brown mustache with his wide thumbnail and crooned, "You want a ride, Little Missy?"
This isn't worth it, Tracy's rational mind shot. Tell him you don't need a ride.
However, common sense was overridden by Tracy's impulses. That was how she'd gotten this far in the first place. Smiling, she told the grisly man, "Why, yes, I would, sir. It's so nice of you to stop for me." She circled the truck and climbed opened the passenger side door. The vinyl seat was covered with papers and wrappers of various sorts. Well, she consoled herself, it's cleaner than the last truck.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped up into the truck.
Besides, she thought, slamming the door shut, maybe he's got something to eat.
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