So I am making a 1-season mini-series about my own dolls. They are going on a road trip in Joss’s surf bus (which took forever to save up for, btw.)! I am pretending it is all of theirs, Joss is not on the trip.

The girls in the camper are

Maddie (She’s sporty, a people-hater, and 16 years old)

Savannah (She’s obsessed with AG, her new iPad, and is 11)

Ari (She’s addicted to Hamilton and she’s 17)

Kira (she loves nature and she’s 14)

A different doll narrates each part. There will be 4 parts!

This might not end well...

SURVIVING THE CAMPER, PT. 1

Maddie

“Where’s the trunk?” I looked at my geometric print suitcase, hoping to shove it somewhere. “Uh, we‘re not putting these in a trunk.” Ari chuckled nervously. ”Just put them in the...I don’t know.” She sighed. “I don’t think there IS a trunk.” “Kira!” I looked at the little blonde 14-year-old girl, who dragged a duffel to the RV. “Who’s driving?” She asked. I shrugged. “Me or Ari, I guess.“

”Um, me.” Ari decided. “For two reasons.” “Name ‘em.” I challenged. “One, driver controls the radio. Two, I am older than you,”

“Ugh.” I sighed. I grabbed everyone’s suitcases. “Did we all pack enough?” “Yes!” Savannah looked up from her iPad. “Huh?” A crackle-y voice asked from the iPad. “Talking to Maddie.” Anna giggled.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked Anna. “Lily Holloway.” She answered. “Who’s Lily?!” I shrieked. Keep in mind that I, Madelyn Bailey, am new to the family and know nothing about their friends. “My BFF back home.” “Bye, Lily.” I sneered sweetly, and hit the “END CALL” button. “Get in the car, Samantha.” “It’s Savannah. And also, it’s a camper.” “YEAH. WHATEVER.”

Two minutes later, Ari and I were in the front two seats. “Can I drive?” I moaned, halfway out of the neighborhood. “Uh, lemme think of a way to put this...NO.” Anna and Kira were sitting on the couch that folded out into a bed, where two of us would be sleeping. At a red light, Ari started talking. “OK. Two of us are camping outside. Anna and Kira, which one of you wants the bed?” “Ew, bed!” Kira shrieked. “Outside for SURE.” “Thanks.” Anna mouthed. “Maddie.” She looked at me. “Outside or in?” “Um...”

“OUTSIDE!” Kira cried. “Join me, Madelyn!” That girl had better have a strong stomach, because nobody calls me Madelyn if they want to see tomorrow. “Fine! On one condition, Kira.” I smirked. “Name it.” “Don’t. Call. Me. MADELYN!!!!!!!” “Okay.” Kira cowered on the bed. “Anna, i-i-it’s my turn for the iPad...”

“No. I need to call Lily back.” Savannah replied indignantly. “ARIIIII!” Kira shrieked like a baby. “Eyes on the Road! Ask Maddie!” Ugh. Now I have to *shudder* TALK to people. “Maddddddelyn!” “Kira!” I demanded. “What was our deal?” “Whoopsie-koala-daisy-bean!” She sounded cheerful—and stupid. Who says ‘Whoopsie-koala-Daisy-bean’? “Well, what do you want?” Kira, who’d realized not to talk to me (I think she discovered my rage), just said “never mind”. “Music time!” Ari announced. “Suggestions?” “Andy Mineo!”

“Folklore by T Swift!” “Ariana Grande!” “Sunflower! I love that song!” “POST MALONE!” “Bebe Rexha I’m A Mess!“

“Michael Jackson! Or 80’s music!” “Tori Kelly!” “For King and Country!” We shot out singers, bands, and songs like bullets from a gun. “Hamilton? Good choice.” Ari said with a smirk.

Alexander Hamilton started playing, and cursed twice in the first sentence. “What’s a--“ Savannah began. “We do NOT repeat those words.” I interrupted quickly. “Ari, turn it off.” But she was singing along to the Puke-Pot she called “Good music”. The song received remarks like:

“This isn’t I’m A Mess!” “I wanted Micheal Jackson.” “Turn on 80’s music!” “Instrumental chill! Instrumental chill!” “I thought you said we could listen to Taylor Swift’s new album!” And then we all chanted; “TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!” Until Arianna, the Hamilton freak, ahem, The Freaky Hamilton Freak, paused the song. “What?” “This is not—ahem--APPROPRIATE--for Kira and Anna.” “Your loss.” “Arianna!” “Um...Fine.” HONK HONK. “Get outta the road!” Ari looked at the light to see that it hadn’t turned green—at all. She jutted her head out the window. “What? DUDE! It’s a red light!” And that’s how Arianna got...

THIS IS A CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-ADVENTURE. What happens next? Finish the last sentence! A) ...kidnapped by a psycho

B) ...yelled at by a color blind man

C) ...arrested, so we had to get her back

D) ...pulled over and given a ticket