This is so not fair! First I’m confined with you trolls for what were supposed to be my fairy tale high school years. Now I’m stuck in an old people’s carriage with you all summer. Thank god there’s a light at the end of this dark, three thousand mile tunnel. I’ll be free from this stupid tyranny in three months.
Actually it’s an RV.
Ugh, same difference. They both move on wheels and make it impossible to escape your tragic unibrow.
I don’t have a unibrow!
As Rachel flings a pile of clothes from her closet, a furry, brown limb pokes from the remaining landfill. She shovels another mound from the top and pulls out a one-eyed teddy bear, which has seen better days.
Is that Wammy?
Rachel examines the bear’s pitiful stare. With one hand, she clears out the rest of her closet and finds the missing eye at the bottom of the floor.
Shortly after I was born, Rachel started suffering from night terrors. She claimed I brought goblins from the hospital, which threatened to chop off her hair in the middle of the night. To guard her from my evil clan, Dad gave her his bravest childhood friend – Wammy.
Are you taking him with you?
Don’t be stupid! I’m not gonna be the loser who takes her old teddy bear to college.