Author's Note:

OKAY! So I know the spelling is crap, i'll edit it when I get home :)

So, here's another chapter, this time from my school's crappy computer -.-

See you soon my little PopTart's :D

Of and P.S: There are some (ALOT) of swearing in this chappie :) Just a head's up :D

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I looked at Chelsea, who was no help at all, squealing silently. I sighed, and grabbed her wrist "Quick!" I hissed "Did you hear something?" I froze at the British accent "It came from inside..." and Irish accent "Shit..." I whispered and tugged her and pulled her to the open roof.

I just realized something, how the hell can I get up there?! I looked at Chelsea, wide eyed, I am so going to prison "Open the door Liam!" an impatient British yelled, greatly annoyed. On instinct, I ran for the bunks and dived into the bottom bunk.

Then the door banged open and foot step's came in "What the?!" "SQUUEEEEEE!!!" Chelsea squealed "Uh, hello darlin'" British boy number one asked "OH MY GOSH! I AM YOUR BIGGEST FAN! CAN YOU SIGN THIS?!" your an idiot Chelsea.

I am soooo going to prison. Well, i'm not going down without a fight. I quickly went under the made bed, that I had previously made and put my head under the pillow.... I wonder if their that stupid to not notice?

I was stuck in thought until I heard something that made my bones chill "Bye Chelsea! Don't go sneaking into any other tour buses! They could get you arrested" and the door banged shut.... did she just leave me?! That bitch! What the fudging hell?! I'll kill that bitch.... after I brake out of prison.

I started to have a panic attack, I hope they serve good food in prison.... oh god, what if they didn't serve good food in prison?! What if I can't ever watch Criminal Minds again without getting arrested?! Why did I promise this?!

When I go to prison... they better serve good food, I swear, if they don't, I am so starting a riot. Holy shit, okay deep, deep breath's... I AM GOING TO PRISON THAT DOESN'T HAVE GOOD FOOD!!!

"Wow... guy's, that was weird" "Agreed" the boy's started a conversation, but I was to busy panicking about the shitty food in prison. My phone vibrated and I grabbed it out of my bra pocket and looked at it under the pillow.

From Chelsea Bear:
WHERE R U?!

To Chelsea Bear:
YOU BITCH! WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?!

From Chelsea Bear:
How should I know?

To Chelsea Bear:
Think, where was the place you last saw me????

From Chelsea Bear:
..... OH MY GOD! YOUR STILL ON THE BUS!!!!! DJKSNZKJXNJODLXNSZKNDKM!!!!

To Chelsea Bear:

YOU BITCH! YOU LEFT ME WITH FIVE TWAT'S THAT ARE TALKING ABOUT WHO CAN EAT MORE RED SKINS THAN EACH OTHER!!!!

From Chelsea Bear:

OH MY GOD!! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?! THERE'S SECURITY ALL AROUND THE BUS!!!!

To Chelsea:

................................................... Prison, here I come.

"Guy's, i'm going ot bed" "Night!" four boy's chimed... no, you ass hole! Go sleep on the couch! I silently screamed at the idiot. I heard foot step's. Please, please, please, please, please don't be this guy's bunk.

The foot step's came closer and stopped, right next to me, awwww shit. The blanket was pulled back and I stared up to the curly haired boy band member, his face had shock written across it. I didn't think, fuck it, to hell if they try to make me go to prison, i'll go down fighting!
I grabbed him by his neck, pulled him down so his face was in the pillow, his screams we're muffled as I pinned him down.

I wrapped him up like a soft shelled taco, grabbing blanket's from the other bed's and rolling him up in it, then tying a pair of, umm, hopefully clean under-wear around his mouth. I turned him around, so he was facing me. I put my finger to my lips "Shh......" I whispered.

His eyes widened in horror and he started to struggle. Then the blanket's loosened and he got free. With out thinking, I grabbed the closest thing I could, a laptop and smacked him over the head. He fell to the floor.... not moving.

I just extended my jail time. OH MY FUCKING GAWD! I'M A MURDERER!!! I dropped the latop and it clanged to the ground. I picked it up quickly, I already killed someone, I don't want to kill a laptop too. I rolled the curly haired boy around saw his nostrils move a bit "Alright, no more extended jail time" I high fived myself and rolled him onto the bottom bunk, tying him with shirt's and gagging him with under-wear.... still hope their clean.

I wiped my fore-head. Right, now I got to get out of here without killing anyone. I frowned, an stupid idea popped into my head. Should I? No, it's to stupid.... or is it that stupid it could work? I grinned in triuphm, might as well try! I got no other idea's.

I shrugged, and started to stretch. I rolled my neck and started to jog on the spot. Let's do this! I pushed door aside and looked straight forward, the noise suddenly seized and I walk, calmly and slowly to the front door.

"Who are you?" I stiffened, but I didn't look at the band member and just quickened my pace toward's the door of freedom "Hello?!" the Irish one grabbed my shoulder. I went into panic mode "I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN IT! IT WASN'T MY FAULT! I WAS FORCED! I DIDN'T KILL YOUR FRIEND! AND I DON'T WANT TO GOT TO PRISON!" I screamed at the blonde weirdo... who looked at me in fear.

Then there was an awkward pause "THEY HAVE TERRIBLE FOOD! I WANT TO LIVE!" I screamed and ran for the door. I grabbed the handle, it didn't budge "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" I screeched and tried to brake the door down with my body.

"HELPPP MEEEE! CHELSEA! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW! I AM SOOOO MAKING YOU BUY ME MY TICKET'S NOW! OPEN THE MOTHER FUDGING LLAMA DOOR!" I screamed and grabbed a pan, starting to hit the door.

"WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! CALM DOWN!" someone grabbed my pan. I turned to see the Irish one, an inch away from my face "AHHHHH!!!! THERE GOING TO EAT ME! HELP! HELP! CHELSEA! YOUR STUPID BAND IS GOING TO EAT ME! THE CANNIBALS!" I screamed, running toward's the fridge.

I opened it, and grabbed a carton of milk "DIE YOU CANNIBLES!" I threw the carton of milk at them, then cheese, then some deformed peice of meat, the apples..... who the hell put's apples in the fridge?! I then grabbed the cake, but paused and thought it over.

Me+Cake= Food= Yum.... Decision made "MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I yelled and ran into the, bathroom? Aren't I glad I had cleaned this place? I locked the door and sat on the seat.... I know this is gross and I could die of some disease.... but it's cake.

I shovled it into my mouth, ignoring the banging on the door, then I remembered, my phone! I grabbed it out of my pocket and dial Chelsea "RUBY?!" "CHELSEA! YOUR STUPID BAND IS TRYING TO EAT ME! AND I FOUND CAKE!" I cheered for the end of my screaming rant.

"RUBY! YOU KNOW HOW YOU GET WHEN YOU EAT CAKE!" she corned "I KNOW! BUT I'M FREAKING THE FUCK OUT SINCE YOUR BAND IS TRYING TO EAT ME AND HARVEST MY ORGANS!" "You strange child.... they wouldn't do that" "Really?! The blonde one tried to bite me!" I accused.

I heard a faint "Did not!" from the other side of the door between the banging "DID TOO!" wait... they can hear me. The banging on the door multiplied "OPEN UP!" I screamed in horror as I saw the hinges move "OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO DIE! I BLAME YOU CHELSEA!" I screamed, jumping up and backing into the shower.... ugh... forgot to clean the shower..... now I feel dirty.

I gagged, this was putrid "Ruby! Talk to me!" Chelsea screamed from my phone "I-I'm sorry, i'm in th-the, s-shower" I gagged, this was so incredibly gross, the smell and it was slimey under my shoes. I shivered. I heard Chelsea gasp, she was about to say something when the door was kicked down.

I screamed in fear as the blonde one dived for me. He grabbed cake box "DUDE! GET THE FUCK OFF MY CAKE!" I screamed  and kicked him in the guy's weak spot... hehe. I giggled, then froze as he rolled on the small bathroom floor.

Three boy's glared at me "Awww shit..." I sighed and clutched my cake to my chest "If you send me to prison, at least let me keep the cake" I bargained. They all raised an eye brow at me. The blonde one grabbed my leg and pulled me down. I screamed and fell on top of him, the cake fell onto the dirty ground and my phone into the toilet..... I don't remember the lid being open?!

"NOOO!!!" I screamed and jumped off of the blonde guy. I looked down into the toilet "You.... you murderer" I looked at the ass hole Irish guy "I'LL KILL YOU!" I screamed. I grabbed the white powder from the sink and started to bash him over head with it "I NEED A LAPTOP!" I screamed as I was dragged away, struggling in a pair of arm's.

"Calm down...." I shivered as the guy breathed down my neck "Don't touch me!" I screamed, having another panic attack, I need help. He let go and I crawled into the corner of the bathroom. I am going to die!