AG kept on talking about how we were demigods and that one of our parents was an Olympian god and a bunch of other stuff.

"Uh... AG, where are we going exactly?" I asked "because I don't know where to DRIVE to exactly?!"

        "Sierra Nevada Mountains. Some people will pick us up over there," he replied with a yawn and went to sleep. I couldn't because I was only one who knew how to drive.

*******

     Before we arrived at the Sierra Nevada Mountains, I stopped by at this little convinience store by the road. I bought some coffee and a muffin for AG, hot chocalote and chocolate chip cookies for the rest of us. I ended up buying some chains for the Lexus so I could drive uphill with all this snow. The cashier guy stared at me suspicially when I payed.

        "You buy all this stuff ma'am?" he asked as if I was hesitating, but I wasn't.

        "Ya...I'm sure," 

        "You payin' with credit car' or cash?" He had this wierd accent that was western mixed with french. I also barley noticed that he had a breath that stinked like...dead people!?!? I hoped not.

        "Umm...credit card...my friend's credit card," I pretty much knew what the strange cashier was going to ask me.

        "Wha' friend?'

        "AG!"

        "What?' You could barley understand him since he was eating his blueberry muffin.

        "Credit card."

        "Oh. Here."

        "How ol' are ye?" the cashier guy was getting so annoying I wanted to slap him.

        "I'm twenty-eight, sir."

        "Ye sure?"

         "Yes I a-"

        "OH SHUT UP ALREADY YOU CASHIER!!! YOU'RE QUESTIONS  ARE SO ANNOYING!!!!!"

        "....."

        Okay, I know that was rude, but he was getting annoyed so much that I just wanted to go off into the snow, burry myself, and freeze to death.

        "Well, well, well. I have hero lunch today," nd with that, he morphed into a cannibal-looking giant.