The First Thing I'll Do....
Spoilers for season 5, remember in season 1 on the monorail the kids were talking about what they missed at home and what they'd do when they got back? Well, I wrote a quick story about it.
This is the first time I've tried to write a story involving texting as a main plot point, so just bear with me. And you can probably figure out who's who. Enjoy!
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The first one came a week after the gang got home, not to Costa Rica, but once the doctors deemed them healthy enough to leave for their real homes. Jurassic World had provided each teen with a new phone as an “I’m sorry for leaving you for dead on the island” gift.
It was so random, no one knew what to think of it:
Track Star: Um, Sammy? Why are you hugging a cow?
In the group chat Sammy had sent out a picture of her hugging a brown cow with a black face.
Farm Girl: Remember when we were on the monorail? Yall said what yall’d do first when yall got home… Well, this is what I did! 🐮
Super Star: OMG! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!
Dino Nerd: me too.
Jungle Boy: How do you even remember that?
Mr. VIP: Hey, is that Bessie?
Farm Girl: Yes it is! I’ve missed her so much, I went straight for the pasture before dad pulled me back to the house to see mom and the others. 😁
Mr. VIP: Only you, Sammy…
Farm Girl: Ok, now yall have one week to send your pictures, or I’ll come take them myself!
Another picture popped up, this time, Brooklyn was hugging her coffee machine, smiling like a lunatic.
Super Star: Done! Who’s next?
Over the next week, the gang kept sending their pictures, the next one being Darius, his V.R. Headset pulled above his eyes as he held the controllers and smiled at the camera.
Dino Nerd: turns out the jurassic world video game isn’t as scary as it used to be.
Jungle Boy: Yeah, running from real ones will do that to you.
The next day, Ben held his fanny pack, now clean, up. On the table in front of him sat a small water bottle, an open first aid kit, a small flashlight, a carob bar and juice, a small pad of paper with some crayons, and some folded paper towels.
Track Star: Ben… do those band-aids have dinosaurs on them?
Jungle Boy: They glow in the dark, providing another source of light!
Mr. VIP: Of course they do.
A few days later, Yaz sent a picture of her in her new running gear, lined up with a few other kids on a track. On her face was a smile, her eyes full of determination.
Track Star: Mom and the doctors won’t let me run very far, but a few of my track buddies let me sneak into their 100 yard race earlier.
Mr. VIP: Did you win?
Dino Nerd: just be careful of that leg.
Track Star: Yeah, I know. And yes, I won.
“Hey, what's got you so happy?”
Darius looked up to see his brother, Brand, walk into his room. “The gang and I are sending pictures of the first thing we said we’d do when we got home, it’s nice to see everyone so happy even though we’re so far apart.”
“That’s great Darius, but then why does Kenji look so sad?”
“What?” Kenji asked.
“Well, all week you’ve had this look that, I can’t really explain it other than you look sad.” Brand explained.
“Yeah Kenj, I’ve noticed it too; You ok?”
Kenji looked between the two brothers, and faked a smile: “Oh yeah, I’m fine! It’s just that, I said the first thing I’d do was go bowling in the basement. But I can’t do that now, so I have nothing to show the others.”
Darius and Brand shared a look, “Kenji-”
“Really dude, I’m fine.” He stood up to leave the room, “I’m just getting a snack, you want anything?”
“No thank you,” Darius sighed as his new brother left the room.
Once he was out of hearing range, the remaining brothers began to make a plan.
. . . .
“Ok, where are you taking me?” It was the next day, and Darius and Brand had practically pushed Kenji into the family’s car.
“You’ll see when we get there,” Darius said mysteriously.
“Or, you could tell me now?” Kenji suggested, “Seriously guys, this feels suspiciously like kidnapping.”
“How do you know what that feels like?” Brand asked from the driver’s seat.
“What? Didn’t you guys go through anti-kidnapping classes when you were little?” He asked sarcastically.
“Uh, no.”
Kenji seemed shocked, “really? Then how did you avoid being kidnapped?”
“Stranger Danger?”
“Common Sense?” Brand looked up, “we’re here.”
Kenji still couldn’t see where he was, until he opened the door and read the sign. “You brought me to a Mexican restaurant?”
“What? No,” Darius turned Kenji around.
Kenji’s entire face lit up, “no way…”
“I know it’s not as fancy as your private one, and no way are we going to let you win, but-”
Kenji interrupted Darius by pulling him and Brand into a hug. “It’s perfect!”
A few minutes later the group chat updated, this time Kenji was holding a blue bowling ball in front of their bowling lane, he was smiling like a ninny and looked so proud.
Farm Girl: Good for you Kenji!
Track Star: I was wondering when you’d post.
Super Star: That's so sweet!
Jungle Boy: Why’d you pick an 8 pound ball?
Mr. VIP: Shut up Ben!
About half an hour later another picture showed up, this one was a scoreboard reading: Capt: 98, Dino: 104, B-man: 90. And then Darius’s phone said:
Dino Nerd: Brandon here, I totally let them win, just so you know.
Mr. VIP: Is that why you keep changing balls and yelling at the pins?
Dino Nerd: Shut up Kenji!
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I hope you liked the story, I wrote it in like 15 minutes, so it might seem a little sloppy. Also, I am still working on my other story, if anyone here knows that one, writer's block stinks.
I hope you have a great day!
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