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cimoreneWax and I, along with most of the people I knew in middle school, were going on a 5-day, 5-night cruise from Miami to Disney World on a big cruise ship.
So many things kept going wrong on the cruise that we basically never got to sleep. After the first night, some guys turned out to be evil Werecats! Who could turn into housecats, and used their powers to sneak into Wax's and my cabin and balcony and destroy stuff. I was grabbing them and trying to fling them out, but I got scratched, and they kept coming back. "Great," said Wax, "now our cats are going to turn into werecats too." I was like, "But our cats aren't here!" So we went to complain to the... boss lady of the cruise, who had an office. She wasn't answering the door and then we caught her leaving. She told us condescendingly that we shouldn't have been sleeping in the first place, and then they wouldn't have been able to sneak in. "Try sitting up," she said. "But we have to sleep!" I said. "You're not supposed to sleep in the cabin," she said scathingly.
So I was stretched out on the floor near the open closet so I could see the door when Wax came noisily into the room half a day later with Callan and Jessica, two annoying dumbass girls from high school, and all of them with their arms full of paper bags of... Easter decorations. Wax had promised to help them celebrate Easter. I was like, "But it's not even Easter!" But Jessica said they had to make sure they got to celebrate it this year, and they started decorating and covered all the surfaces you could sleep on.
When we got to Orlando, my attitude was kind of like, "THANK GOD that cruise is over! In the hotel, I can finally relax!" It was nighttime as we debarked from the cruise and waiting outside for our tour members was a security guard checking us one at a time and keeping us single-file as we went off somewhere. But we were met by my parents, standing just on the other side of the security guard. "What are you guys doing here?" I said in horror. Mom was like, "Oh, we changed our minds and decided to come meet you!" Wax was let past the security guard to go to them and he held me back while I struggled in panic and finally ran through to them. Mom was like, "And Grandma and Grandpa are here too!" - aka her crazy parents who were abusive and are responsible for her being all Damaged. I don't like them. Grandma waved. And then Mom was like, "and we brought Grandma's antique desk for Daddy," and she turns around with this spindly wooden desk and slams it onto the ground in front of his wheelchair, where it immediately breaks.
She didn't seem to mind that too much, though, and Wax and Dad and I followed her and her mother's meandering (and constantly chattering) course around past some flowerbeds and through the first door they found. I guess we assumed she knew where she was going, although in reality that would never happen. Grandma wandered off down some side hallway alone and we went in confusion down some... back servants' hallway or something until we pointed out that we were completely lost. Then Mom was like, "Oh, oops." I said, "We probably should have followed the tour people and you should have followed us instead of us following you!" But Mom seemed unmoved. Then she declared that Daddy was tired and should wait here while she went to find the way out and we should stay with him. She put us into an alcove she found which turned out to be a gardening closet with one wall of pierced cement blocks opening onto the garden, and closed the door behind us, which promptly locked. And left. So Wax and Daddy and I are locked in this closet freaking out, but Daddy pointed out they'd be bound to let us out soon, so I looked out at the garden. Just in time to see a water tower not too far distant explode.
"Look, Daddy! That water tower just exploded!" I said. Then I started to wonder if it had just been some fireworks in front of it, until I spotted the debris flying up into the air around it. "I hope it's not really a gas tower," said Wax. Daddy didn't say anything. "Daddy?" I said, "Daddy?" and looked at him to find, to my horror, that he was unconscious and maybe dead, all slumped over sideways and half fallen out of his wheelchair and unresponsive. Then I burst out crying. And then I woke up.
So many things kept going wrong on the cruise that we basically never got to sleep. After the first night, some guys turned out to be evil Werecats! Who could turn into housecats, and used their powers to sneak into Wax's and my cabin and balcony and destroy stuff. I was grabbing them and trying to fling them out, but I got scratched, and they kept coming back. "Great," said Wax, "now our cats are going to turn into werecats too." I was like, "But our cats aren't here!" So we went to complain to the... boss lady of the cruise, who had an office. She wasn't answering the door and then we caught her leaving. She told us condescendingly that we shouldn't have been sleeping in the first place, and then they wouldn't have been able to sneak in. "Try sitting up," she said. "But we have to sleep!" I said. "You're not supposed to sleep in the cabin," she said scathingly.
So I was stretched out on the floor near the open closet so I could see the door when Wax came noisily into the room half a day later with Callan and Jessica, two annoying dumbass girls from high school, and all of them with their arms full of paper bags of... Easter decorations. Wax had promised to help them celebrate Easter. I was like, "But it's not even Easter!" But Jessica said they had to make sure they got to celebrate it this year, and they started decorating and covered all the surfaces you could sleep on.
When we got to Orlando, my attitude was kind of like, "THANK GOD that cruise is over! In the hotel, I can finally relax!" It was nighttime as we debarked from the cruise and waiting outside for our tour members was a security guard checking us one at a time and keeping us single-file as we went off somewhere. But we were met by my parents, standing just on the other side of the security guard. "What are you guys doing here?" I said in horror. Mom was like, "Oh, we changed our minds and decided to come meet you!" Wax was let past the security guard to go to them and he held me back while I struggled in panic and finally ran through to them. Mom was like, "And Grandma and Grandpa are here too!" - aka her crazy parents who were abusive and are responsible for her being all Damaged. I don't like them. Grandma waved. And then Mom was like, "and we brought Grandma's antique desk for Daddy," and she turns around with this spindly wooden desk and slams it onto the ground in front of his wheelchair, where it immediately breaks.
She didn't seem to mind that too much, though, and Wax and Dad and I followed her and her mother's meandering (and constantly chattering) course around past some flowerbeds and through the first door they found. I guess we assumed she knew where she was going, although in reality that would never happen. Grandma wandered off down some side hallway alone and we went in confusion down some... back servants' hallway or something until we pointed out that we were completely lost. Then Mom was like, "Oh, oops." I said, "We probably should have followed the tour people and you should have followed us instead of us following you!" But Mom seemed unmoved. Then she declared that Daddy was tired and should wait here while she went to find the way out and we should stay with him. She put us into an alcove she found which turned out to be a gardening closet with one wall of pierced cement blocks opening onto the garden, and closed the door behind us, which promptly locked. And left. So Wax and Daddy and I are locked in this closet freaking out, but Daddy pointed out they'd be bound to let us out soon, so I looked out at the garden. Just in time to see a water tower not too far distant explode.
"Look, Daddy! That water tower just exploded!" I said. Then I started to wonder if it had just been some fireworks in front of it, until I spotted the debris flying up into the air around it. "I hope it's not really a gas tower," said Wax. Daddy didn't say anything. "Daddy?" I said, "Daddy?" and looked at him to find, to my horror, that he was unconscious and maybe dead, all slumped over sideways and half fallen out of his wheelchair and unresponsive. Then I burst out crying. And then I woke up.
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