Hitchin' A Ride, chapter 2
*Still Kimberley's Point Of View*
We listened to American Idiot almost all the way through, and we were taking turns singing for Mike and Tre during 'Homecoming', when about the 10th car that drove by honked at us.
"What the hell?!" yelled Emily, her mood obviously changed. "Why are they honking at us?" As if I would have the answer to that.
"I don't know." I replied with half annoyance and half amusement, "Maybe because people that are dressed like us aren't normally out in the daytime. Or they could just be too chickenshit so they have to honk at us from far away!" I said, yelling the last part to the retreating cars. We both hated people staring at us without telling us what their problem was. We preferred it if people were up front with us that they didn't like us.
Actually, right now, I understood their reasons for staring, as we were both dressed very black. Looking from Emily's huge, black, baggy pants and silver chains to my skinny, hip-hugger flared ones with chains, you couldn't tell who was getting more damage from the heat.
I was glad we were both wearing big black sweaters with hoods to protect our arms and faces from the sun. Neither of us tan particularly well. We never inherited the 'white gene' of turning completely red after exposure to the sun, but it does its damage to our faces. Our Navajo half keeps us from getting sunburned on our bodies, but our faces get as red as anybody's. Gifts from our father.
We continued walking to the music, but this time in silence. My throat was beginning to feel raw with lack of moisture. A person can only survive on their spit for so long. Emily had a bottle of water that was about half full when we got off the bus, so we had to ration it out over a couple of miles. Right now, I needed it. I cleared my throat with difficulty before I spoke.
"Em?" I said. It was hard to tell that I was the older sister from my whiny tone. I shook it off and continued. "Can we have some water now?" Em sighed and checked her watch.
"Yeah, I guess so. It's been almost 3 hours since we last drank anything." We stopped and Em paused the CD. She reached into her pocket and took out the water. She twisted off the cap and offered the bottle to me, but I made a move with my hand to let her take the first drink.
"Damn, it always seemed so much shorter when we were driving on it!" I commented. Emily raised her eyebrows in agreement and handed the bottle to me. I took a little sip, just enough to get my mouth wet again, and gave the bottle back to her. She pocketed it and we started walking again, this time in silence.
For a while, I was actually regretting our choice in black clothes. If we had just dressed 'normally' and changed into what we're wearing later, we probably would have been able to hitch a ride to Window Rock with some old grandma instead. With the way we looked now, I'm betting the grandmas didn't even look twice at us, thinking we were into witchcrafting or something like that. Oh well, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
I was once again doing the math in my head of how long it would take to get back home, when a giant airhorn made both me and Emily jump. We got so startled, we jumped off the road and almost fell in the bushes. "What the hell was that?" I asked. Emily just shrugged and we turned around to see what had made the noise.
A huge black and red bus, most likely a charter, pulled off the side of the road a few feet in front of us. Curiously, both me and Em walked slowly alongside the bus, while trying to make out the people through the heavily tinted windows. Strangely, I felt a small sense of foreboding in the pit of my stomach when the air-brakes sounded and the door opened. All uneasiness quickly evaporated, however, when a heavily tattooed man about 5'8" stepped out with short, bushy blonde hair...
We listened to American Idiot almost all the way through, and we were taking turns singing for Mike and Tre during 'Homecoming', when about the 10th car that drove by honked at us.
"What the hell?!" yelled Emily, her mood obviously changed. "Why are they honking at us?" As if I would have the answer to that.
"I don't know." I replied with half annoyance and half amusement, "Maybe because people that are dressed like us aren't normally out in the daytime. Or they could just be too chickenshit so they have to honk at us from far away!" I said, yelling the last part to the retreating cars. We both hated people staring at us without telling us what their problem was. We preferred it if people were up front with us that they didn't like us.
Actually, right now, I understood their reasons for staring, as we were both dressed very black. Looking from Emily's huge, black, baggy pants and silver chains to my skinny, hip-hugger flared ones with chains, you couldn't tell who was getting more damage from the heat.
I was glad we were both wearing big black sweaters with hoods to protect our arms and faces from the sun. Neither of us tan particularly well. We never inherited the 'white gene' of turning completely red after exposure to the sun, but it does its damage to our faces. Our Navajo half keeps us from getting sunburned on our bodies, but our faces get as red as anybody's. Gifts from our father.
We continued walking to the music, but this time in silence. My throat was beginning to feel raw with lack of moisture. A person can only survive on their spit for so long. Emily had a bottle of water that was about half full when we got off the bus, so we had to ration it out over a couple of miles. Right now, I needed it. I cleared my throat with difficulty before I spoke.
"Em?" I said. It was hard to tell that I was the older sister from my whiny tone. I shook it off and continued. "Can we have some water now?" Em sighed and checked her watch.
"Yeah, I guess so. It's been almost 3 hours since we last drank anything." We stopped and Em paused the CD. She reached into her pocket and took out the water. She twisted off the cap and offered the bottle to me, but I made a move with my hand to let her take the first drink.
"Damn, it always seemed so much shorter when we were driving on it!" I commented. Emily raised her eyebrows in agreement and handed the bottle to me. I took a little sip, just enough to get my mouth wet again, and gave the bottle back to her. She pocketed it and we started walking again, this time in silence.
For a while, I was actually regretting our choice in black clothes. If we had just dressed 'normally' and changed into what we're wearing later, we probably would have been able to hitch a ride to Window Rock with some old grandma instead. With the way we looked now, I'm betting the grandmas didn't even look twice at us, thinking we were into witchcrafting or something like that. Oh well, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
I was once again doing the math in my head of how long it would take to get back home, when a giant airhorn made both me and Emily jump. We got so startled, we jumped off the road and almost fell in the bushes. "What the hell was that?" I asked. Emily just shrugged and we turned around to see what had made the noise.
A huge black and red bus, most likely a charter, pulled off the side of the road a few feet in front of us. Curiously, both me and Em walked slowly alongside the bus, while trying to make out the people through the heavily tinted windows. Strangely, I felt a small sense of foreboding in the pit of my stomach when the air-brakes sounded and the door opened. All uneasiness quickly evaporated, however, when a heavily tattooed man about 5'8" stepped out with short, bushy blonde hair...
