Death Trip

No! Mikie screamed, as he saw his best friend Jason lying there in the motel
room, covered with blood and about 5 stab wounds in the chest. Mikie panicked and didn't know what to do, so he ran out in the hallway to try and fine some help. As he was looking for somebody he started to blame himself for taking Jason along with him on the trip.
Ring! Ring! "Jason, Mikie is on the phone for you." Jason's mom screamed from down stairs. Jason picked up the phone and started to talk to his best friend Mikie. "Hey Mikie what's up."
"Not much Jason. I was just wondering if we are still going to Daytona Beach in Florida for spring break."
"Sure why don't you come over today and we will start getting stuff together."
"That would be pretty cool. Are we still taking your dad's Firebird" Jason said with excitement.
"Sure, my dad doesn't care"
"That would be pretty cool so what time are u going to come up."
"About 5:00"
"Ok see you then." Jason hangs up the phone and goes to get dress.
5:00 rolled around and sure enough there was Mikie there at Jason's door. Jason answered the door and let Mikie in the house. "Lets go to my room to make sure that we have everything" Jason said.
"Okay"
So Mikie and Jason went to Jason's room. Jason asked Mikie "how much money are u bringing for tomorrow for the trip."
"About $5,000 that should last me all week how about you?"
"My mom and what I have saved up total of about $2,000. So we both have enough money. Is the car in good shape?"
"O yea the car is in great shape. Do you have the motel reservations."
"Yep we have reservations at the High-rise Inn. It cost like $200 a night. Its right on the beach."
"Sweet" said Mikie in an exciting voice.
"So I guess that we are ready to go tomorrow."
"Yea we sure are."
Mikie leaves and Jason gets ready to go to bed, because it takes to days to get from New York (where they lived) to Florida, and Jason was going to drive first. Jason 18-yr. old, with jet-black hair, and hazel green eyes. Loved to take trips, skateboard, and listen to hard rock. Mikie on the other hand was also 18, with blond hair, and purple eyes. He loved to party and hang out with his friends.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!. As the alam clock went off at 4:00a.m. Jason got up and got dressed. He called and woke up Mikie. So Mikie got up and got dressed and went to pick up Jason in the jet-black w/flames Firebird. Jason with his skateboard, and suitcase in his hand, put his stuff in the back with all of Mikies stuff. Then got into the drivers' seat and headed out on their road trip to Florida (which they don't know that it will be a death trip).
They started driving, after about 8hours into the trip they stopped at a hotel in Paintsville, Kentucky. Everything was going fine. "Hey Jason I'm going to go swimming. Do you want to go?"
"No I'm going to stay here and unpack and get rested up because I've been driving all day."
"Okay, then I'll see you later."
About 3 hours later Mikie went back to the room and just as soon as he opened the door, he let out a big scream No! as he saw his best friend Jason lying there in the motel room, covered with blood and about 5 stab wounds in the chest. Mikie panicked and didn't know what to do, so he ran out in the hallway to try and fine some help. As he was looking for somebody he started to blame himself for taking Jason along with him on the trip.
Mikie went to the main office and told them that someone had killed his best friend. So the main office called the police. When the police go there they searched the room for clues, but they couldn't find any. As Mikie was walking down the hallway he saw another one of his good friends, Clint. "Hey Clint how did you get here."
"I drove, I'm going to Daytona for spring break. Did you here about Jason being killed and to beat all it was right here in this motel."
"Yea, me and him was sharing rooms. By the way how did you know about Jason."
"I asked the cops" Clint said nervestly
"Hey I'm going to go back to my room and take a nap. I'm really tired. Hey why don't you come up afterwhile my room number is 233 now."
"Okay"
Mikie heads off to his room. About an hour into his deep sleep, there came a knocking at the door. Mikie went to answer it and it was Clint with a big butcher knife. "What are u doing" Mikie said
"I killed Jason and now I'm going to kill you."
"But why"
"Its simple, you guys wouldn't take me along with you and I thought that you two were my friends."
"We are your friend, you didn't ask us if you could go"
"Yes I did and you said no, so I rode in the trunk and followed you guys"
Clint leaped at Mikie with the knife. Mikie dodged it and punched him in the face. They knife fell and Mikie picked it up and stabbed Clint in the leg. That bought mikie some time to tie him up and call the cops. When the cops got there they couldn't believe that a person like Mikie could have catch a crimal like Clint. The cops awarded Mikie for his bravery and they put Clint in jail for life.