How Sarah, Vivian, and I Died in a horrible tragic hot air balloon/killer whale accident PART I
Vivian, Sarah, and I saw a news report (while eating my honey nut cherrios in our dorm at Stanford) on starving children in South Africa and decided to go over there and help. I thought we should water ski over there but no. I mean who doesn't like to water ski? Vivian being crazy over there said we should walk. Yeah, I'll just get my floating shoes. Then Sarah suggested we should be thieves. Yeah, that be great going to jail at 19. Crazy people. After fighting over it for 5 hours we decided to take a hot air balloon. It was my idea. I don't what Sarah and Vivian are talking about it was most definitly my idea. Remember they're crazy.
We walked to Melvin's Hot Air Balloon Hut. (Waht a weird name. Poor kid.) Melvin said there is a 65% chance we won't die. Vivian has to start staying awake in math. A 25% chance, please. It's obvious it's a 45% chance. I mean I am the smart one.
"It's actually a 35% chance." Sarah said with her little smart mouth. Grrr…Why is she always right! I mean she must be a super genius or something.
In the end we brought the with courage the cowardly dog on it! Go Courage! He is the best! We were outside and ready to fly. Sarah carried all the food into the balloon. Vivian and I supervised. Vivian with her amazing supervising skills noticed a hole in the balloon. Sarah said it was no big deal. She said something about the velocity * distance blah blah blah. Well I kinda dozed off after that but then Vivian woke me up with a kick in the butt. Literally.
So we were in the sky then Vivian start to sing I believe I can Fly and Sarah was controling the heat…then we went down. Darn. Then Vivian starts shouting at me about something. I don't exactly know what she was saying . It was something about this is my fault…and I was suppose to fix the hole or something. I don't know. Why would I be listening to her. Besides I don't even think it's that important. Well now what?
