"Guys, do you feel a little sick?" Emma groaned.
"Nope." We all answered.
"Why?" I asked.
"I think...." Emma started. "I ate... too many... GONNA PUKE!" I shoved my McDonald's bag in front of her face.
Here is my theory:
Emma gets carsick.
Emma ate too many fried.
Emma+Carsickness+Large Fries = EXPLOSION!
"This is why I don't like being stuck next to Emma!" Mark complained.
"Water!" Emma gasped in between blows. BLEECCHHH!!!
Mom handed her a bottle of water. "Deep breaths and quick sips, sweetie!"
"Oh, that stinks!" I waved my hand in front of my nose.
"Open the windows!" Mark said.
Jerry opened them all up. "They see me rollin', they windows."
"Shut up!" We all said, except mom of course. And then Emma set off again.
Jerry sucked in his breath. "They hatin'."
I rolled my eyes. "Y'alright, Em?"
"I think I'm done for now." She nodded, and gulped. "No more fries. EVER! Aw, man." BLEECCHHH!!!
"This sucks." I said.
"And stinks!" Mark held his nose. He stuck his head out the window. "THIS IS MUCH BETTER!" He called.
I stuck mine out, too, so I could get away from the smell. It felt nice! The wind blowing through my hair, no bad puke smell, some guy in the car in front of us throwing a plastic bag out of his window... Oh no. The orange plastic bad smacked me right in the face. "OW!" I yelled and, stuck my head back in the car. I tore the bag off my face.
"Can I see that?" Emma gulped.
"Yeah, sure." I handed the bad to her.
"Thanks." Then she opened the bag and vomited in it.
"Mark, you might wanna keep your head out there!" I warned. "Bomb set off!"
He gave me a thumbs up. Then I started waving my hand in front of my nose again. It really stunk!
"Maybe we should take a stop and clean up...?" Mom suggested.
"Gage, you know I want to get to New York as quickly as possible." Jerry shook his head.
"Emma is throwing up, let's stop at the nearest pharmacy and get her some Tums or something!"
"And air freshener!" I added.
"Know what, Izzy's got a point, let's go." Jerry decided.
"Seriously?" Mom threw her hands in the air in defeat. "Whatever."
"Rite Aid to the right, CVS to left! Pick one!" Mark pointed out.
"Uh... Rite Aid, I can see the air freshener in the window." Jerry turned left.