Memories Part IV

So yeah, sister passed out cold once we got her butt in the cab. I rode in the sleeper (but I didn't pass out). Once we arrived at our stop, friendly Mr. Truck Driver pulled over to let us off, but my sister would not wake up or come to or whatever. Mr. Truck Driver Guy was beginning to panic for some reason and told me to do what the f%&^# ever it was that I had to do to get her moving. So I first (very) gently slapped her face while yelling out her name like super loud. Nothing. Trucker guy is becoming more agitated so I slap her face harder while still yelling out her name. Still nothing. Finally, Mr. Trucker Dude is ready to just throw her out and I totally remember looking at him with my hand raised as high as my arm would reach to smack her as hard as I possibly could, and I kid you not, on the down-swing she suddenly opened her eyes. I will never forget that moment.......I felt so bad in having to do it and I really really did not want to, but the guy was all antsy and getting really stressed out. She came to and we disembarked the big rig pulling three trailers and everyone was happy (except my sister). Once back in Hell.....uhumm....I mean Utah, I think we snuck into our friend's house for a few days before we got caught by our friend's parents. I do remember turning ourselves in and being detained for quite a few hours in some stinky 4X8 room with 2 school desks chained to the floor. I also remember acting like I was claustrophobic and throwing a major fit (I jumped up on the desks and started popping out the tiles in the dropped ceiling). So my Mom finally arrived with her hubby and after some lengthy questions, we were released back into their custody. It took some time to convince them (the po-po) that we had no intentions of shooting any officers of any kind. One would assume that we were home safe and sound. However, it was home which repelled us in the first place. The end.