Chapter Two
"Why in the world are we going camping?" I cried. "My Christmas break starts the day after tomorrow and you want to take me camping?"
"Shut up and go pack." Hubert commanded. "Wait, before you do, get me a frosty one."
I ignored his request for a beer and went to pack everything I had that had the potential for warmth. It was bound to by petrifying cold. It wasn't even camping season; it was the season of goodwill towards men.
"Get your butt down here and put your bags in the truck." Hubert yelled. I didn't move a muscle except to turn the volume up on my radio. Hubert hollered again; I still ignored him. Hubert ran upstairs and flung open the door without the courtesy of knocking. He did that quite often, even if I was getting dressed. "Why the-" he didn't say heaven."-aren't you in the truck?"
"I have repetitively asked you not to swear within the confines of my room."
Hubert grumbled about the house being his and that I had no right to tell him to stop cursing. Amidst his multiple gripes, he gathered my bags to put them in his truck. Hubert was back moments later to get his beloved step daughter. Yeah right. If Hubert ever called me his beloved step-daughter, I'd burn myself at the stake.
Hubert told me harshly to get in the truck. I obeyed but not without some form of dispute. "I wouldn't talk like that if I were you. I could have you arrested for child abuse." Hubert's face flushed.
Once a few months ago, Hubert entered my room while I was at school, and painted my walls a soft pink and the trim a baby blue. I think he did it so he could show all his girlfriends how he raised me to be a sweet innocent girl. As soon as I got home and saw the criminal offense, I went to the hardware store and bought glossy black paint and one of those dead bolts that needs a key on either side. After fixing the hideous color and ensuring Hubert wouldn't enter, Hubert grew so angry he put bars on my window and removed all technology from my room. The only contact I had with the outside world was at school. I really didn't mind the isolation; it gave me time to compose a few things of my own. I still had to prove Hubert didn't control me. I borrowed a friend's handheld computer and locked myself in my room with a spare key outside in the lock. Once that was done, I called the FBI and explained that my step-dad was holding me captive. They investigated the incident and gave Hubert a hefty fine. Hubert remained steadfast but I could tell he was spooked.
I walked to the truck and started to take the passenger side but Hubert told me to get in the back of the truck because Helga was coming. I was beginning to understand why we were going camping. A snowy night combined with a single tent and Hubert's extra-wide goose down sleeping bag made for one free night of perversion. The thought sickened me.
I slammed the passenger door shut, just to annoy Hubert. He hated it whenever anyone did anything to harm his precious red truck. It was powered by a perpetual motion engine. The engine wasn't a true perpetual motion device because although its fuel and only emission was water, the engine required a battery until it had ran for an elongated period of time. The battery was necessary to power the electrolysis that separated the hydrogen and oxygen.
Even though Hubert adored his truck, he would likely trade it in for one of the newer models with a magnetic revolution device powering the vehicle. A magnetic revolution device consists of a plastic circle with magnets all around the edge with their North poles facing out and at an angle that could be reversed to change direction. The plastic wheel had an axle going through the center connected to a transmission. Around the plastic circle are two semi-circles that form something like a border. The semicircles hinge open and shut, and like the circle, had magnets on the perimeter. Unlike the plastic circle, the magnets had their North poles facing in, towards the circle. The magnets on the semicircles were fixed; their angle couldn't change. The repulsive forces between the sets of magnets cause the plastic wheel to spin.
No sooner had I climbed into the bed of the truck then Hubert locked both the tailgate and the cap. Why he did that, I don't know. His locking the truck ensured I couldn't leave on my own.
As I settled into the uncomfortable cargo area, I got my laptop out of one of the bags Hubert had thrown into the truck. My laptop was designed specifically for conducting, recording, and playing music. Along with the normal English keyboard, there were two octaves of a musical keyboard. Although there were only two octaves versus the normal four to eight, the sound could transpose as high or low as I wanted.
Hubert drove into the lawn where a girl young enough to be my sister stood waiting. She had a small chin, auburn hair, and far too much makeup on. She wore jeans, a sweater, and a v-necked tee shirt deep enough to make Hubert drool. She got into the truck and Hubert leaned over to kiss her. They kissed and then began using their tongues. It was actually quite revolting. It was so repulsive I threw a shoe at the rear windshield to stop them. They stopped abruptly.
Hubert continued driving until he began to grow hungry and stopped at an old gas station that probably hadn't held gas since 2050, nearly a thousand years ago.
As Hubert went into the convenience store, a spaceship similar in design to a Boeing 957 hovered for ten seconds and then landed in the street.
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