by Joye Chase

Created on: August 21, 2008

The Adventures of Karlee Kork

I wasn't planning on such an afternoon. I was just going to chill the entire day. But that's how my life goes. I plan not to get into trouble. I plan not to trip up. I plan to be perfect. But no matter how hard I try, I get in trouble, I trip up, and I'm not perfect. I don't mean to get in trouble. It just happens.
Anyway, my uncle Joe came around noon. He had brought his girlfriend with him. Now I personally have such a hate for boyfriends and girlfriends. Because as soon as one of your buddies get one, then they forget all about you and it's just their little "sweetheart" now.

My uncle Joe and I were best friends. Until that creep came along. Red-haired psychologist woman. So after three minutes of listening to this crazy lady talking about letting yourself go and having a good cry and blah blah blah, I left the house. My uncle Joe's motorhome was in the driveway. I decided to take the book I was reading to the top of the motorhome and read up there. Have you ever been on the top of a motorhome? It's different than the top of a tree or the top of a building. It's really quite unique. It's all shiny and flat, and you feel like you're going to slide off. After a while of trying to read my book, I laid back and started to survey the clouds. And I don't know exactly what happened between looking at clouds and waking up, but I'm guessing I fell asleep.
All of a sudden I felt this jolt and my hair was being whisked around my face. It took me several moments to recall where I was. "Oh, dear," I whispered to myself. My copy of Moby Dick flew off of the top of the motorhome. I was on top of a moving vehicle somewhere in the middle of town. The motorhome started to pick up speed. I grabbed onto the siderail with both hands.
"Uncle Joe, stop! Stop, Uncle Joe!"
My screaming was lost in the wind. The force of the wind was forcing my eyes shut. "Uncle Joe!"
I forced myself to survey the situation. What would make him stop? I noticed a police car up ahead. Sure! They pull people over all the time! I brought my leg up as high as I could and carefully tried to hold on while removing my shoe.
The motorhome sped up. "Stop!" I screamed. As I opened my mouth three flies flew in, and right down my throat. I gagged. Keep your mouth shut, Karly.
The police car was just ahead. I cinched myself farther over the top of the motorhome and took a firm grip with the one hand I still had on the rail. I needed to time this just right.
BAM! The shoe hit the police

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