Kite Driver

Oh My God! I am so insanely bored!"
Andrew Pearson bellowed at the top of his lungs. He was an ordinary kid, scruffy short down hair, and wore a t-shirt with a funny design depicting a stick figure complaining about chores; the typical teenager,
"What in all of kingdom come are we going to do?"
He stated as he pressed his hands against his face in anguish.
"We have literally done nothing, but sit around all day and throw cards in a hat."
Andy looked over at his counterpart across the room; strewn on the couch with his arms behind his head as one leg draped on the ground and the other over the armrest, he sat up in disgust.
"Yeah you're right, although it was fun until we figured out we had to get up to pick back up the cards"
Seth was no less of an average boy, jeans a sweatshirt and a cap to complete his wardrobe on a simple day of leisure. Their concern of the ever-growing boredom began to rise.
"We could always go out for a drive, I suppose."
Andy said with malcontent in his tone. No less then a month ago, Andy turned sixteen. A big step for any boy in their life, one year closer to being an adult. But most importantly the new privilege of the right to drive.
"Well, that could be a minor form of entertainment, but where would we go."
The shot to the apparent plan was a blow to both the boys' displeasure. The room was silent for no more then a few minutes, when Seth's mind was struck with ideas.
"I've got it! You know what I haven't done in a while?
Expecting a response he turns to Andy in excitement. Nothing but a shrug is offered.
"A kite! I haven't flown a kite in forever! That could be a blast for like, ten minutes tops!"
Andrew ponders for no more then a few moments.
"Well my only other suggestion was going to be videogames, so I say we do it!
To their amazement when they grabbed the kite and when outside, there was no wind to be found. The trees didn't sway and you could stand a piece of paper on its side without it tipping it was so still.
"In all, I think this was the one thing that could put a damper on our plan, and it happened." Seth said with a pout.
Discouragement filled the air around the boys. Their dreams of flying a kite seemed to be foiled. But as luck would have it, an idea of Andy's came to his head like a flag on a mailbox.
"I know how we can get wind!"
"How can we do that, you have a giant wind tunnel in the back of your car?"
"No you fool! We will use the car for wind!"
"The car? That is ridiculous. How on earth is a car going to create wind?"
"Oh Seth, such an ignorant man. It's simple ill drive the car and you can pull the kite the outside window!"
A slight pause fell over the area, as enlightenment struck Seth's face.
"My God Andy, you're a genius!"
The boys raced to the car, Andrew threw on his seat belt as he threw the car into gear. At the time Seth is sticking his head out the window with the kite trailing behind. With the kite as ready as it can be Seth lets the signal fly.
"Ok, I think, were as ready as ready can be. Ready, set, engage!"
The tires squeal at a high pitch as the smell of rubber wafts into the car. Smoke plums out of the tires as they set off. Down the street and up the hill, as Seth tries to get the kite off the ground, a struggle is had like a battle of life or death as the kite is dragged along the asphalt.
"I can't seem to get the kite up in the air!"
Seth shouted over the roar of the car.
"I'm pretty sure we didn't think this one fully through, the wind keeps pushing the kite into the street."
"Well try harder you son of a gun! Lift higher you have to get it off the ground!"
"Yeah, I don't know how well that's going to work, I can see pieces of it scattered and ripped off along the entire street."
But I wasn't going to let that get me down, we were almost to the end of my street and I had to make that kite fly. So Seth mustered up as much strength as he could gather to whip the thin string up. And to their luck, success! The kite lifted off the ground, and was flapping and flailing around from the high wind resistance, the kite repeatedly smashed into the ground up and down breaking off more and more. But us flyers didn't give up hope, for the street was ending.
"Ok Andy this is where my street ends, let's turn back the fields are up here."
The local high school baseball fields were at the top of the hill, and there was a baseball game today, many parents attending.
"Oh we're not done till we get that kite flying." Said Andy with vigor and confidence in his voice, as he turned the street
The kite was still in air, as the two boys speed past the baseball fields. Many on look to see a pair of boys clearly speeding down a residential street with a kite dragged behind their car. With concern in his voice,
"Now Andy I know we didn't look it up, but I can put a safe bet on the fact that this is pretty illegal. " With concern in Seth's voice,
The speeding continued down the street, as a new obstacle arose. Power lines crossed over the street the entire way down, and don't let us forget we have a large kite attached to the end of a long string. Fearing for a blast of electricity, evasive measures were taken; as Seth began to maneuver the speeding kite under power lines.
"Well Andy no longer is this just illegal now this is clearly dangerous, I don't want to be a negative Nancy or nothing but I fear for my physical well being.
Andrew scoffs as he pulls a u-turn blocks away from the house.
"Fine, if you're going to whine, ill take us back. But you're not pulling that kite in; this is way too much fun and your idea to begin with Buster Brown."
So the process was repeated. Careful tactics to avoid the deadly power lines and the chance of baseball mothers contacting the authorities, we once again reached the house. But to our loathing, a bigger problem stood at the bottom of the driveway. Seth's father loomed over the upcoming car with a busted kite dragging up the rear. His gaze pierced the soul of both of us as we approached the house. The window rolls down.
"Hey Dad! Now you see we can explain there was this kite flying challenge on the Internet that told us…"
Seth's father now breaking stare interrupts the lie.
"Oh yeah? And I'm the Royal Duke of Nottingham, here to deliver you a piece of chocolate cake."
Fully aware of his imminent demise, sarcasm could only come out of Seth's mouth.
"Your highness?"
"Ha!"
He let out a fake laugh.
"Not funny. Get in the house now, you can't drive with Andy anymore, not at least till your both sane. Andy you go home."
And Andy fearing for the worst did as such and retreated home. In all the moral of the story is, when boredom strikes the ideas that seem the most dumb might be fun, but just stick with a videogame or something.