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Roadtrip	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends Views: 2849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Roadtrip
It was the most successful road trip that Frankie could remember. 18 Imaginary Friends had found new homes. Usually on these trips some of the friends came back sad because the families that had promised to adopt them had changed their minds (and conveniently didn’t notify anyone ahead of time!). And although she was not supposed to pick up friends who were being newly orphaned, some usually appeared as they drove by… and how could she say no!
The worst had been a couple of months back, she had left with 12 friends and ended up coming back to The Home with 16. Madame Foster had been so angry that she threatened to cancel the Road Trip Program entirely.
But this trip had been great.
She smiled at Mac who was working on a puzzle book with Goo. Definitely her good luck charms!
They were going to stop soon, get something to eat. They were still a few hours away from Foster’s Home. It was getting dark. Traffic was non-existent. She hadn’t seen another vehicle for almost an hour. She thought there might be an exit soon which would lead to a town, then they could get back on the main highway.
Goo’s parents and Mac’s mother had agreed, to letting their kids go on this trip. Goo’s parents were out of town at a conference. Mac’s mom had settled her differences with Foster’s Home. She wasn’t exactly happy that Mac was still seeing Bloo, but as long as the Imaginary Friend was not living with her (and Mac was socializing with other kids), she was OK with him spending time there. It was actually convenient for her, she was checking out military schools for Terrance to attend next year, at the suggestion of his juvenile probation officer.
They might get back to Foster’s late, but a sleepover after the trip would be fun for the kids.
Everything was go… BOOM. Then a second explosion from the engine, even louder.
The bus going 45 mph, jolted to a sudden stop. There was squeal of tires, it was like hitting a brick wall. The Rear end of the bus actually lifted off the pavement. Mac and Goo bounced in their seat in a tangle of arms and legs. The old coach was built before seatbelts were mandatory. Frankie insisted that they needed to be installed in spite of objections from Mr. Harriman about unnecessary expenses.
Children were a lot more breakable than Imaginary Friends. So was the driver!
Frankie’s seatbelt frayed, snapped as she was thrown into the steering wheel.
The seatbelt upgrades ordered by Mr. Harriman were cheap and substandard.
The bus squealed like a dying beast, turned 90 degrees, tires burned and exploded as the bus finally came to a rest, off the side of the road.
Mr. Harriman had the bus serviced before the road trip. Same mechanic that installed the seatbelts. Same quality of work.
Even with the belts still holding, the kids were shaken up. Mac was horrified by the purple cut and bruise Frankie had on her forehead. She touched it; fingers came away bloody.
She smelled smoke, grabbed the protesting Goo and Mac who wanted to get their backpacks, and kicked out the emergency exit at the back of the bus and collapsed behind the stricken vehicle.
It began to rain.
“OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGodFrankie! YOUOKYOUOK????” Goo was near tears.
Frankie hugged her, hard. “You need to calm down, Goo. I’ll be OK.”
Mac was wide eyed and silent. Frankie realized he might be in shock, the aftermath of the accident. She knew that he had been in an accident once before… the night his father…
“Mac! Mac! Come here.” Frankie needed to get him moving, get him involved. Snap him out of it. “Mac, come and help us. We need you!”
Mac seemed to wake up, looked around, puzzled then ran over to Frankie. “Good” she breathed.
Goo was chattering so fast now that Frankie gave up trying to decipher her. Mac was the only one who really understood her when she was like this. Mac was too shaky to be of much help.
Frankie had a headache; her vision was blurred and there was a ringing in her ears. “Concussion?” she wondered. Her head had hit the steering wheel pretty hard. She was unsteady.
Goo was beginning to recover from her shock. In spite of her outward silliness sometimes, she was really a very smart, very reliable girl.
She said “I’m going back to the bus to get our things. Mac, stay with Frankie, Idon’tthinkshesOK.” The seriousness of the situation had slowed most of that speech down.
“No. No. There’s smoke… under the bus, the engine… I don’t know if… just the tires, but don’t go near it. It could… flames. Fire.” Frankie then began to slump to the ground. “I need… sit down… just a minute…” Her back was against the guard rail. Frankie closed her eyes.
Goo and Mac looked at each other.
Goo “FrankieOpenYourEyesSerious.”
Mac began to shake Frankie who opened her eye and smiled. “5 more minutes, Grandma. I don’t want to go to school today,” and laughed, a little drunkenly. Mac helped her to her feet. “OK guys. Goo, there’s a hill over there. Can you climb it? See if there are any houses or buildings nearby, maybe a town. We have… get out of rain.” Her voice trailed off. “Be careful…stay away… bus… fire. Kay?”
Goo looked at Mac, he was white as a sheet and rubbing his chest. The seatbelt had cut into him during the accident. Speaking very slowly, “Mac, stay with Frankie, don’t let her close her eyes! Make her talk to you! Stay awake! Shake her if you have to!
Mac nodded, a little panicky. She put her hands on his shoulders for a moment. Then he nodded.
The hill was steep, but Goo was able to climb it, though she slipped in the mud several times. She hurried back down to Frankie & Mac.
“GoodNewsGoodNewsGoodNews!ISeeISawSawAHouseABuildingWellARoof.”
“Please Goo” Frankie said. “Slow down. You saw a house?”
Goo nodded. There was nothing on the road in either direction, but there was a small track off the road leading to a house or a building. Goo mostly saw the roof.
Frankie sighed. She knew it was better to stay by the bus, but they needed to get out of the rain and there might be a phone. The kids had been shocked to find that there were actually places where there was no cell coverage.
The bus’s engine compartment was still smoking, even in the hard rain. That scared her.
Frankie took both their hands as they walked. She giggled, it felt like the Wizard of Oz. She wanted to skip. “No. I really must have a con.. con...” she couldn’t think of the word. That should have scared her more.
Goo was pulling her. Mac was having trouble staying on his feet. “He must be in a lot of pain.” Goo thought. They found the small dirt road easily enough. The house at the end of the lane looked like it might be abandoned. In the fading light it was hard to tell. It was very old, that was obvious. If it ever had been pain’ted, it had faded or weathered away long ago. No lights. Would they have to break in?
As they stepped on the porch the front door opened. A woman stood in the doorway, completely in shadows. She stepped out of the darkness, wiping her hands on an old-fashioned apron.
The woman was very tall. Her skin was dark, but her hair was red. Frankie could not guess her age. Truth was, she was exhausted, everything was going blurry.
“Please,” Frankie began, then couldn’t speak. So cold, she was shivering.
Goo began. “ThereWasAnAccidentWithTheBusIDontKnowWhyMustHaveBlownUpOr..”
“Shhhh, my dear-ah. Sakes alive, you three babies look-ah like drowned rats” Frankie did not recognize the thick accent. “Come in here and warm yourselves, dears-ah.”
“I’m sorry, we had an accident.”
“Yes, I got that much from the ah-child. Never mind that ah-now, come in, come in.”
It was an old-fashioned kitchen, Frankie recognized a wood burning stove, it was one like the Home used to have.
“If we could just use the phone.”
Phone’s out dear-ah, storm must have cut the line. Happens way out-ah here. Probably won’t be back till ah-morning. Power just went out-ah too.
She gently grabbed Frankie by the chin and looked closely at her head. “Never mind the phone-ah, why didn’t tell me ya’ll were hurt? Children all right?
Goo said, “IThinkMacIsHurtChestPains ImOKImOK”
Mac shook his head, “I’m OK”. His teeth were chattering too.
“Dear-ah-, dear-ah” Holding a candle in front of Frankie’s eyes, the woman looked somewhat concerned. “I think ya’ll had a bad shakeup, but let’s take care.” She pressed a warm hand to Frankie’s cheeks. “Cold as ah-ice. Never do, never do a t’all.”
“Child” pointing at Mac. “There’s wood in the stove, matches in the jar. You light her up. Be careful ya’ll don’t burn yerself! My name is Afra, by the way. Just call me Miss Afra. And take off those-ah wet things, boy and sit down by the stove! I’ll bring ya’ll towels soon a‘nuff. Don’t fret! Ya’ll ain’t got nothing I ain’t seen a’fore.” Her accent was getting thicker, stranger.
“Come with me children,” nodding at Frankie & Goo. The house was bigger than Frankie had expected. It was filled with wooden furniture that were on the border between antiques and just being old and homey.
“You alone here Miss Afra?” Goo asked. It seemed like such a large house.
“Well not at the moment, not since three-ah drowned babies showed up!” her laugh was warm and gentle. “People always ah-coming and ah-going. Glad to have ya’ company on a wet night like tonight!”
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