Lisa: I hate Taxis

"Holy Jesus!" I said when the taxi started moving. I was sitting in the middle between Kat and Cyrus and I grabbed at Cyrus when he said "Grab onto something!" My stomach did flips as I watched the landscape fly away around us. I closed my eyes, trying to make my stomach sit still, but that just made it worse. I heard Cyrus laughing at me, and I looked at him. He laughed harder at me and I guessed my face was completely white.

"This is not fun," I said, leaning my head against the head rest. Eyes open and staring at the roof.

Finally, the taxi stopped. I scrambled over Cyrus and Ray on my right and out of the car. There was a grabage can right outside and I flung my face into it, puking my breakfast. It definitely tasted better the first time. Wiping my mouth, I slid down the side of the garbage can, sitting on the curb.

"Uhh," I groaned, Kat, Cyrus, Ray and The Grey Sisters laughing at me.

"That's a weak one," Said one of the sisters.

"Am not!" I replied, weakly. Cyrus came and picked me up off the ground, throwing my arm around his shoulders.

"Thanks he said," to the sisters. "I'm sure we'll see you again,"

"Have fun in Hell!" They replied before the Taxi took off again.

"Welcome to Los Angeles!" said Cyrus, turning me and splaying his arm out to the city. I looked up and immediately had to look back down into the garbage can again.

"Ugh, I hate Taxis," I said, my voice echoing in the garbage can as Cyrus, Ray and Kat laughed at me. This was going to be a long day.

The End

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