Innocent Latina Teen Likes To Worship Rock Stars This is my first story, and I’m not sure it’s just right, but screw it.
I was 14, and my parents took my brother and sister and me to San Francisco for a big vacation. We had been there once before, but my parents had never been, and my dad had always wanted to go to Alcatraz. We started by taking a tour of the city, which ended at Fisherman’s Wharf. After spending the day there, we decided to go back to the hotel and rest.
We were checking out of the hotel, and my older sister was talking to our parents about plans for the night. My sister was 17, and my parents were concerned that she would be out alone, so they were making us all go to dinner with her.
“It’s Thursday,” she said, “so there’s an exhibit about rock stars at The Wax Museum.”
“Yeah,” said my dad. “I remember when Janis Joplin was big.”
“I want to go!” said my sister. “It’s almost 7:30. We better get going if we want to get in before they close.”
“OK,” said my dad, “but we’ll have to wait for you. We don’t want you guys out alone, either.”
Everyone said their goodbyes, and my sister and I went to find a taxi. The Wax Museum was about a 20-minute drive away.
“It’s like a museum,” said my sister, “but with wax statues of famous people. It’s supposed to be really cool. We should go.”
“Yeah,” I said, “I want to go.”
We got in the taxi, and my sister read off the directions to the driver.
“Thanks,” she said, as we pulled onto the street.
“Wait,” I said, “but did you give him enough money?”
“Here,” she said, handing me some bills. “I gave him five more dollars than he needed. I’ll pay you back.”
“No,” I said, “I don’t need the money. It’s OK.”
My sister smiled.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Sure,” I said.
The Wax Museum was really cool. There were wax statues of famous people, and wax statues of famous people having sex with famous people. It was really cool.