The Wizard of Oz: Dumpster fire edition!

Prologue - Crusty Dusty Kansas

"Are we there yet?" 

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we th-?"

"NO!" My mom finally yelled, fed up with the repeated question. 

"Well, when will we get there?" The girl asked, completely and utterly bored with staring at the dusty Kansas scenery. 

"In a little bit, so, please be patient." My mom said, doing her best to not yell at me. I nearly gasp at her hypocrisy. This bitch can barely wait for an extra 10 minutes at a restaurant, and she's telling me to be patient? 

"Well, damn, sorry for being myself when I'm told I can't have anything to do until we get there." I grumble, feeling salty as hell. I mean really, I know it's Kansas and all and people were really old-timey here but can't I just use my phone until we get there? Why should I have to fit in with the social norms? 

"Then, could you do me a favor and not be yourself," She requested, then glanced at her watch, "For 5 minutes?" 

I only huff at her and look back out the window. 

...Then an evil smile slithered on my face. I pull my lips into my mouth and blow back out, creating a small, but annoying, popping noise. When I got no form of reply, I did it again. 

And again. 

And again. 

And again. 

And again. 

And again. 

And aga- 

"FOR FIVE MINUTES." My mom finally erupted, making me jump in my seat. "PLEASE, just be quiet." 

I huffed again, "Fine." 

There was a solid good 10 seconds of silence. 

It was almost awkward with the lack of sound, the radio was turned off(mainly because most of the channels in Kansas only played Blue Grass and that shit is ten pounds of nope in a five-pound bag). The only thing to fill the void was the sound of the car's engine rumbling as we drove to our destination. 

My mom gave a tired sigh. "Look, I know this isn't the perfect trip," 

I cut her off, already answering her rhetorically, "Really? Cause I'm having the time of my life over here, enjoying the scenery and stuff." I said with a cheeky smile on my face. 

"Oh, by the way, did you see that bush we passed a mile back? Can we go back a take a picture with it? I really want to remember this moment." I finished with a deadpan. 

"But," my mom said sharply, giving me a warning glare, "this trip will be good for us. We both know you and your sister need some space from each other and as a plus, we'll spend more time together!" 

Well, she was half right. Me and Tara needed some time apart, considering we always end up wrestling each other like we were in WWE and one of us always ends up crying and the other get's grounded for a week. 

Unironically, Tara is the one who starts to cry when I hit her like a just broke both of her legs. If I were lucky, Mom would just send me off with a warning, telling me my sister is 'little' and 'just a baby'. 

'Just a baby' my flat ass, she's like 5 inches taller than me, I internally bitched, not at all feeling bad for when the not-so-little shit would cry, especially after I hit her back after she just hit me with twice as much force.