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Written by: Chorins96
Author's Notes: I'm boring. I can't think of anything. Anyway, Cee is going to post this chapter even though it is not entirely done. I have chapters 4 and 5 to go but as always, I get ahead of myself.
Disclaimer: I do not have anything to do with the Author of the screech owls even though he was very kind to sign some things for me when I met him the other day.
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"Hey," Nish
exclaimed gleefully "Barf Bags!" showed Travis the bag and he groaned
inwardly.
Nish was thinking up another
scheme. Travis could only wonder what it would be this time. Nish found one in the glove department on
the back of the seat ahead of them. He imagined he had one too. It wouldn't
take long for Nish to ask for that one too. Travis sighed and stared out the
window. Travis would have preferred the middle seat but he knew that Nish hated
heights. He just took it to prevent Nish from having another, "I'm gonna
hurl!" attack. Travis loved the way the Atlantic Ocean looked below. The
way that it glimmered in the moonlight. There was hardly a cloud in the sky and
Travis could see for miles. The airplane had just left the Canadian boarder. It
hasn't been a long time since Travis saw the lights of Halifax glowing off in
the distance. The screech owls were now flying over international waters.
"Can I have yours?"
Nish asked Travis. Travis was right. He looked at his watch. "Only thirty
seconds. Must be a new record for predicting Nish's brain," Travis thought
to himself.
"Go ahead," Travis
said not really caring.
"Thanks," Nish said
opening up the glove department in front of Travis and taking the other barf
bag. Then Nish spun around and said to Sara, "Can I have your barf
bag?"
"What?" Liz asked
who was on the other side of Sara.
"Barf Bag?" reached
around his seat and opened the glove department. He reached in the glove
department and showed it to Sarah.
"Barf bag," Nish
proclaimed.
"Have it," Sara
said. Nish immediately took Sarah's barf bag and put it with his and the one he
got from Travis.
"Jenny?" Nish said
with his best puppy dog face.
"Say Please." Jenny
said
"Please," Nish
smiled.
Jenny huffed and opened the
glove department. She reached in and shoved the bag into Nish's waiting hands.
Nish grinned and snatched the bag away from Jenny.
"Grabby,' Nish
complained. Travis was intrigued.
"What exactly are you
going to do with all of these barf bags?"
Nish grinned back." Well,
you're going to hafta wait because S.E.C.R.E.A.T," Nish yelled out like a
cheerleader at a school prep rally.
Travis knew what was up. Nish
had come up with another insane plan. Travis could only wonder what is would be
this time. Knowing Nish, Travis could only imagine what the crazy twelve year
old from Tamarack could come up with. He just hoped, for once, that they would
have a normal tournament. But with Nish along, Travis knew that there was a
greater chance of him making the NHL then Nish behaving himself.
"I can hardly wait."
Travis said.
Travis looked around and saw
all the people on the airplane looking at them. He knew why. It was Nish. It
was always Nish. Travis knew full well that Nish was was the most insane twelve
year old in Tamarck. In all of Ontario. In all of Canada. Heck, he might be the
most insane twelve-year old in the entire common wealth.
People eventually turned their
attention away from the two pee wee hockey players. Travis sighed. Nish always
found a way to humiliate him in one way or another. Nish was always in the
center of attention for some reason or another. And more often then not, it was
for the wrong reasons. But for once, Travis wanted the spotlight. Sure, the
captain 'C' gave him attention but for some reason it wasn't enough. He didn't
even know why he had the captain C. Something inside of Travis made him want
more. To be the star. Be the team’s most valuable player like Sara and Nish on
his good days.
Travis settled down and looked
at the smooth ocean below and flipped on a headset to listen what music they
had to offer to listen to. Travis looked at the selection. It was all elevator
music or what Nish liked to call it, music for women in the mid - life crisis.
Travis didn't mind it as much as Nish but in his mind, it was no Bryan Adams.
Travis put on the headphones and looked over to see what Nish was currently
doing. Nish was currently taking a barf bag from where Muck was sitting. Muck
was up going to the washroom. Nish smiled as he held his five barf bags. He
opened up one and smiled at Travis stupidly. "I'm going to need a trial
run."
"Great. Just great. What
is it going to be now?" Travis asked himself knowing that Nish was up to
no good. But what else should be expected? That Nish actually behaves himself
on a trip? That was unheard of. Travis looked over to see what Nish was
currently up to. Nish then decided to suck in a large amount of air and
pretended to make a huge hurl.
"Nish," Travis
started. "You wanted all those barf bags just so you can pretend to
hurl?"
"Of course not
Trav," Nish said. "You think I'd go through that much pain just to
hurl."
Sarah laughed at the sound at
Nish in pain. "You wouldn't know pain if it came up to you and bit you on
your shoulder pad."
Nish gave a nice sarcastic
laugh back at Sarah and said to Travis.” My, you are curious my dear friend,
but you are going to have to wait on this one."
Travis sighed. There was no
changing Nish. That was for sure. Just as Travis was tuning out to the elevator
music and Nish's hurling, a female flight attendant picked up a microphone at
the front of the main aisle before the door that separated first class and
coach and announced to everyone on a phone and blared on the speakers in the
ceiling of the airplane and said, " Attention everyone. Air Canada has
once again over booked.
Travis immediately perked up.
"Where had I heard this before?" Travis thought. "Of course. The
Simpson’s! When Bart and Lisa got to go to first class." Travis didn't
know if everything on the Simpons was true but he was sure going to find out
for himself."
Immediately, Travis stood up
and headed towards the front of the airplane.
What ya doing Trav?" Nish
asked always curious still clutching on to the four unused barf bags.
"Simpsons," Travis
responded.
"Huh?" Nish said
standing up following as he walked to the front of the plane. Nish knew what
the Simpsons were. They were a cartoon sitcom that was shown on the Fox network
every Sunday at eight p.m. Travis was starting to think that this team was like
the Simpsons. Except he didn't know who he would be. Nish was Bart and Sarah
would be Lisa. Mr. Dillinger could be Homer but Travis. Who could he be? The
cat? Snowball II?
"Huh?" Nish said
again standing up following right behind Travis. "Travis....." Nish
said still clutching on to the barf bags.
"The first three people
to reach the front of the aisle will be move up to first class with a
personalized tour to the plane," the stewardess announced.
Immediately everyone rushed to
where the stewardess was standing. Muck was up as well, going to the washroom,
happened to be also near the front of the aisle. Travis looked around and saw
that the three closest people to the stewardess were him, and Nish, still
clutching onto his three remaining barf bags.
Travis looked up at the young
stewardess and blushed. She was drop dead beautiful. Travis saw this
immediately. He just hoped that Muck and especially not Nish noticed this. She
was at least in his mid twenties but to a twelve year old like Travis, she
might as well have been a hundred. Travis’ chances of her even noticing hi ran
around the area of slim to none.
“Why hello there little guy,”
she said smiling down at Travis. Travis hated this. She was treating him like
he was young enough to be her son. Travis’s height, or lack of it, bothered him
before, but never like this. The only thing that he could find good about being
the shortest member of the screech owls is that he could still order off the
happy value menu at McDonalds without getting an evil look from the cahiers.
Well, that was until Nish decided to start a food fight and the entire screech
owls team got banned from Tamaracks only fast food joint.
“Hi,” Travis said.
The stewardess then looked at
Nish and then Muck. Travis noticed that she gave a little smile to Muck and
surprisingly, Muck smiled back. Immediately Travis knew that this was going to
be a trip like no other.
“Hello gentlemen,” the
stewardess announced and she opened a door motioning them to follow her,
“Welcome to first class.”
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Fan Fictions