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My name is Eric Brovoski. I'm a seventeen year old high school student. On a greyhound bus on my senior trip. I spent least years earning the money for this trip. Mowing yards, shoveling snow, and chopping wood is only part of what I did to earn the money. $500 is an expensive trip cost but I earned it and an additional $1,600 extra in spending money. I do not know why I am so compelled to go but I feel I have to. Even if I had to get a loan to do it. My mom tells me to buy a nice car and save the rest for college. She even is willing to pitch in for one of those hybrids. I look out the window diverting my attention from my ds playing Mario Cart with three others on the bus. Last years Christmas presents and birthday gifts. There they were. In the fields and low in the sky. I turned my game off and started watching them. Last year I learned in biology class that dragons were originally European or Oriental but due to the fear of them and misunderstandings they had become near extinct. They can eat basically anything and can live in nearly any climates but deserts and year round winter lands. Then I noticed a nearby one looking at the bus and watching it. I do not know why but I became excited. And disappointed when the bus moved pass the stop sign.

I saw it started flying but was not in a position to see more than that. By the time the bus stopped to let us off even I could see at least fifty following and flying along side the bus. The teachers did not let us off the bus until a few of the ranchers had them moved away some. However one ignored them and laid down. The ranchers said that we could get off but they still refused to let us off. Especially Ms. Garreson. She has a scar on her face when she visited the farm over twenty years ago. Somehow she was tricked into coming this time. If it was up to her she would sleep on the bus the whole trip. Luckily there were two doors to let people off and she was in the front one as I was right across the back. I had a few days of clothes and a few other things in a backpack so I packed light.. As soon as the teachers caved to the complaints and reassurances of the ranchers I was out the door first. Unfortunately I forgot to retie my boots because I was wearing steel toed boots and they were uncomfortable. I took two steps off the bus and tripped over one of the strings and landed hard on my chest on the gravel, knocking the wind out of me. At first I thought I was being laughed at as someone was trying to help me up but I was only being breathed on. But when I looked up there he was inches in front of my face. I looked right into his eyes as I stood and he lowered himself. Suddenly I was turned around by Ms. Garreson and dragged away from the dragon. She was scolding me like I was a kid with a skinned knee and that did get me laughed at. Every time I said, “ Yes, Ms. Garreson.”

The volume of the laughter increased. Even the ranchers got a kick out of my misery. As soon as she was done filling my ear with it I knelt down to tie my boots and noticed the dragon gone. When I stood again I felt a slap against my back. It was Tom's. Neighbor for twelve years and friends every day of it. “ That was harsh man.”

All I could do is rub my arm as if it was being jerked out of the socket. His mother owns the movie store and dad is a successful investment banker. My dad left my mom or she threw him out and we moved to a new state soon after that. He is in jail now for assault and battery. Suppose to be released from his full term in a month. A day after I turn eighteen. My mom is the executive manager of wallmart. I elbow his side gently. “ Close encounters of the dragon kind.”

He says and I elbow him again as I said, “ Just saw that one. Right now I could go for dinner and a haystack.”

We laugh at the joke as we notice the others ending the safety discussions and started heading for the bunkhouses. You tend to pick up a little cowboy lingo when your moms watch westerns all the time. We prefer the not so reality reality shows: Big Brother, Jersey Shore, maybe wrestling when there is nothing new on and we can skip the actual wrestling. We did not wait for them to assign bunks. We went strait to the bunk three from the bathroom and facing away from the windows so we do not get woken from the sun in our faces when we wake up or get woken up by the 'Crapsolot' plus we will be far enough from the teachers to have relative freedom in our discussions. As well as we will be close enough to the bathrooms to beat the wake up rush when it comes to that. Being we normally wake up at four in the morning every day. Hanging out at one of our houses doing homework or playing video games. Or if it snowed shovel a path for some extra money. As agreed I'd take the top bunk as he takes the bottom. As he has the tendency to roll out of smaller beds and I sure would not want to roll out off a six foot high bed. I opened my backpack and set up my ds charger system. Due to there not being any outlets I rigged up a cycling battery system that could charge a battery slowly over a few hours. Could not power a lamp but got me an A in shop class and I trademarked the design. Tom had the extra batteries and other survival gear you might need for a month long outdoor trip. Flashlights, mre packs, water bottles, jerky, tp, and about ten other unnecessary things the farm will be providing if needed. To say his mom is overprotective is an understatement. “ Dude you got to let me play that later.”

I shoved him away a bit. “ I told you I'd smuggle yours out but no. Had to listen to mom. I'll let you play on the return trip.” He punches me in the arm. I smile. “ Besides I do not want the whole place to know about the square c. Then I'll never get it charged for the return trip.”

He drops it knowing I am right. Once my portable outlet is discovered then everyone is going to want me to charge their every device. It was obvious to us that there were no outlets by the 'non-electric' ranch notice and no power lines. Everyone else was bickering that there was no way to charge their various devices already. Honestly the portable outlet is not perfect as it has overheating problems and I intend to tinker with it to perfect my design and perhaps market it some day. I shove the getup under the bed and I noticed a girl bending over in front of us. The best thing for most of us is that you get to room with girls from other schools. I elbowed Tom and pointed and we caught sight of her thong as she bent over. That right there made the trip worth it to Tom. “ This is sweet dude.”

I turned away in time to avoid her look. You do not need to be some kind of mystic to see that or what came next. SLAP! The skin on skin contact was like a shotgun blast in the building. I acted like I did not know what was going on. “ Dumbass.”

She did not buy it but she could not smack me as well. It would be to ill timed as many were still looking at us. “ I'll let you off the hook if I can use that thing to charge my phone.”

I cursed under my breath. “ Not now. Too many eyes. By the way Eric.” I extend my hand and she shows no tact as she puts her 'text monster' in my hand. I sigh. “ Jasmine, it better be good tomorrow and every morning.”

I move the phone between my index finger and thumb to give it back to her. “ You're mad. Go ahead and slap me. I'll do it once but only and not tonight.”

She eyes me. I hold my ground. We both know what I have is gold. “ Three times.”

I remained unmoved. She takes the phone back. “ Fine Friday then.”

I smile a bit. “The obvious perv is Tom. I believe your well acquainted.” She smiles a little humored. “ Good enough for now. I should have followed your twos lead and picked my own bunk.”

We weakly laugh as I said, “ Why, you got the best bunk next to ours. And your alone. You know a guy will try to bunk with you by choice and you know what will happen.”

She looks around a bit. “ No stopping that.”

I decided to drop the topic. “ Well we will wake you in the morning if you want.”

She immediately says, “ I don't think so.”

Me and Tom look at each other and shrugged our shoulders. We have been planning this trip for months. Taking advice from friends who had older brothers and sisters who had went on this trip too. Looking information online and going into chatrooms. We even wrote a letter to the travel agency for more information on the trip. As soon as we were unpacked we hung around just outside the door waiting for the chow bell. They serve the same thing every day. Eggs, bacon, sausage gravy, and biscuits for breakfast and beans, steak, potatoes, and cornbread for dinner. If you were lucky you would get a piece of pie with whatever is in season locally. I spot that dragon again in the distance moving toward us and I shake my head. He stops moving. “ Hey there is that dragon again.”

I laugh weakly before responding, “ Yea, I think he likes me.”

He weakly punches my arm. “ You... you could not even get a girl to like you.”

I return the punch and comment. “ Yea, I did better than you ten minutes ago.”

That was a low blow. Her hand print was still easily seen on his face. It did not matter as the dinner bell rang. After we ate me and Tom hit the sack. We knew tomorrow will be a long day. I just did not know how long of one.