I veto-ed this title.

So, listen.  Today, a certain Brooke Henrie and I failed.  Miserably.  (You ask- what else is new?! We answer- absolutely nothing.)  This is what happened: After our dance practice, we started our treaterous adventure home.  Well, started is an overstatement.  We talked about starting our journey, but we just really didn't want to.  Not in the slightest bit.  And of course, our parents were quite "busy." (they probably just wanted to keep us away for a little longer)  So, since they were trying to delay our arrival ever so much, we decided to help them.  So we sat.  And complained about how much we didn't want to exercise.  And died a little bit inside.  Then, we talked to Camille Clark.  (I certainly love that girl.  She is really awesome.)  Then we complained some more, and died a little more.  And then we started walking.  Then there was this super creepy guy in our short cut with this huge black dog and this creepy scowl on his face.  And that's when we decided that we needed a new plan.  We came up with 2.
Plan A:  Ryan Tingey gets out of school.  And he takes his dear cousin Ben home.  Then he goes home and gets lots of delicious snacks.  Then he drives back to the school, picks his two favorite people up. (aka his one favorite people and the tag-along)  Let's call them Brooklyn and Shakiera.  And he takes them home.  And then, if he so desires, he hangs out with the two above mentioned people.  And then the world is happy and grand and dandy.
Plan B: Brooklyn and Shakiera lasso a school bus and ride it home.  After the bussing company threatens to confiscate their lassos, they build jet packs and blast to school every day.  Then they get recruited by NASA and get stranded on the moon on purpose.