Where to Pee on a Pirate Ship by L.L. Muir

Author:L.L. Muir [Muir, L.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lesli Muir Lytle
Published: 2014-07-18T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

I had no idea how we found the party, but my mom’s as good with directions as she is with a glue gun. We stopped, along with a lot of other cars, at the edge of a cornfield. Some security dude came up to the car and asked to see my invitation. He checked for my name on a list, then he handed the map back over to my dad, probably so he could find the place again.

“Your pick up time is 9:05, sir.”

My dad laughed and drove away. My mom was crying. It was like they’d dropped me off at military school or something.

The security dude pointed to a wide path that cut into the field. A couple of kids were already headed into it, so I followed. Trying to walk cool in high heeled boots, through a cornfield, just wasn’t possible, so I slowed down a little so the kids ahead of me wouldn’t notice.

Up ahead, there was a line of those really tall trees and I could see giant poles and ropes sticking up even higher. Squeezing through the wall of leaves were little puffs of smoke and I wondered if maybe the party was going to be called on account of fire. I wanted to stop and take a good look, but it took all my attention to keep from walking like a girl. No one was running away, so I took that as a good sign. Besides, I’d rather burn up in a cornfield than be seen running like a girl, in high heels and a curly wig, I don’t care how cool my costume was.

Some guy with a huge camera stopped the kids ahead of me, so I hung back. He took their pictures, then let them go on. Then he took a look at me. I started walking, planning to just pass him and pretend I didn’t care what he thought, but he stood in my way.

“Wait! Wait! You’re Cameron Casey, I presume.”

I stopped trying to walk around him. How the heck did he know my name?

“Yeah,” I said.

“We’ve been waiting for you. But just let me get a couple of shots out here in the field.”

I frowned at him. Was he trying to make me look stupid?

“That’s great. Fierce is great.” He snapped some shots. “Now a smile.”

I gritted my teeth.

He laughed. “Well, we’ll get a smile another time. I’d better let you head in.”

He stepped aside and I started walking again, as manly as possible. I could hear the guy following close behind, but I wouldn’t turn around. But then I came to the end of the path and tripped. Someone caught my elbow and kept me from falling on my face. When I looked to my right, to say thank you, I nearly fell again, trying to back away from them.

I couldn’t tell if it was a woman or a short man behind the beard, but they were being a little too friendly with my arm.

Then I realized I was trying to pull away from Brooklyn Stowe!

I stopped pulling and she giggled.

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