Finally...the Shela Story
"Let's eat!" Shela abruptly hopped up (she had been guarding the food storage room for the past hour, and was eventually forced to tape Tyler's hands behind his back as he continuously attempted to sneak some food.
"Yay!"Megan squealed, bounding down the aisle and throwing her arms around Shela, which caused Mitchell to begin hurling jealous glares at Megan. "MITCHY! You're finally awake!" Shela shrieked in delight. She then proceeded to tackle Mitchell and kiss him on the cheek with a loud smack.
During this time, everyone else has already rushed into the storage room, yanked open the refrigerator, and dived into its contents. For a moment, there was no sound but the content sighs and munching of the teenagers. Suddenly...
"Wait! WHO'S DRIVING THE PLANE?!"
Jeffery glanced up from his popsicle, gasped, barreled towards the pilot's seat, and managed to avoid a small jet heading straight for them.
However, to Jeffery's amazement, the jet swerved pirouetted around and turned to face the palne once more.
And again, and again...
"Hey guys...umm...come over here!" he called. "This jet is acting weird, It looks like its trying to blok us."
Danielle squinted out the window and her face plaed. "T-t-that's the p-police!" Stunned silence fell, The moment seemed to stretch into eternity...and then, Shela screamed, "Step on it Jeffery! Let's move! Come on! We're not going to tand around and let them catch us, are we?" Jeffery obeyed the hysterical command, and the plane zoomed forward, with the police in narrow pursuit.
Christian and JR began to wail miserably. "I don't want to go to jail! I'm not a bad boy!" the sobbed in unison. DJ raised her fist, and their cries subsided to quiet snifflings.
From behind, an authorative voice boomed, "In the name of the law, we forbid you to go on. Slow down! We will now read you your rights...Hey! Did you hear me? I told you to stop! Hey!" In response to the policeman's orders, DJ began to hurl rocks out the window. The small figure leaning out of the doorway of the police jet ducked as one missed his head by several millimeters. "My stone collection!" Laura gasped. "No, DJ, that's my stone collection! Stop!"