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David put down the pitchfork. He motioned for me to come with him as he walked towards the front door. He picked up his hoodie that he had worn as a coat. He grabbed his keys out of his pocket.
“You ready” He said as he began to open the door.
I gave a sigh shaking a little with fear just to get up from where I was sitting. I slowly got up and walked towards the door. David looked left and right than walked out and peered over the white porch siding that was around it. He looked back at me who was still standing inside the door.
“Come on. ” I walked out bit by bit and looked around than went down the marble steps that were headed onto the driveway, as I continued to say nothing.
We walked out to his blue rusty truck that was sitting in the driveway not far from the house, that he never kept locked. I went to the passenger side and opened the door and scooted in, as I crunch some papers that were lying on the floor. David jumped in on the other side and we both shut the doors.
He put his hand on my seat and turned around to see if anyone was in the truck.
It smelled like French fries and cheap cologne in the huddled truck. David turned around and put the keys in the ignition. As he turned the keys the car made a noise like it was dying.
“OH no seriously. Gosh Darnet!” David said slamming his hands on the steering wheel.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked as another burst anxiety started up in me.
“The truck, there is no way its going to start. It says the gas level is low.” Does your dad have any gas in your garage?”
“No he was going to go get some this weekend.”
David sighed in distress. “Are you sure there is none?”
“No, at least none that I know of.”
“Alright... then tomorrow we get our bags and we walk to your neighbor’s house. Then we can use their phone to call the police to report missing person. Ok?”
“Why don’t we go now?”
“Now, well first of all its dark and if there is someone out there I don’t want to get caught, and second its late and again dark so we wont be able to see if we get lost. So going now is not a good idea."
I didn't answer him again. I could tell he was getting really upset.
"Ok, heres the deal I’m going to sleep in your room on your floor tonight if you don’t mind. We will pile a bunch of stuff by the door and rope the door shut. I don’t want to get murdered well your sleeping cozy in your room.” He laughed for a couple of seconds which broke the awkwardness of the moment. Then I couldn't help but laughed with him.
David took his keys out of the ignition then opened his door heading on his way inside. I quickly followed. It was so late, I tried to keep my eyes open because they were getting so droopy, they felt like cotton balls. As we walked in David turned around and locked the door behind us. We both looked around while we started walking to the fridge. I reached in and grabbed a piece of lunch meat and slopped it on two pieces of bread that had been lying on the counter from a couple hours ago. David started looking for something to eat. He grabbed a bunch of food and put it in some brown paper bags. I could tell that he was preparing incase we have an emergency.
I grabbed a coke out of the fridge.
"Want one?" I said as I held it up next to David's face.
"No thanks." He held up a water bottle then smiled with his eyes. He had placed food in three brown bags which he was holding."Ready to go?"
"Yepp." I started walking towards the steps. Although I was surrounded by confusion and much concerns I coudn't of felt more safe in my entire life. I dont know maybe it was the funny looks he gave me or maybe he was catching my attention.
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“You ready” He said as he began to open the door.
I gave a sigh shaking a little with fear just to get up from where I was sitting. I slowly got up and walked towards the door. David looked left and right than walked out and peered over the white porch siding that was around it. He looked back at me who was still standing inside the door.
“Come on. ” I walked out bit by bit and looked around than went down the marble steps that were headed onto the driveway, as I continued to say nothing.
We walked out to his blue rusty truck that was sitting in the driveway not far from the house, that he never kept locked. I went to the passenger side and opened the door and scooted in, as I crunch some papers that were lying on the floor. David jumped in on the other side and we both shut the doors.
He put his hand on my seat and turned around to see if anyone was in the truck.
It smelled like French fries and cheap cologne in the huddled truck. David turned around and put the keys in the ignition. As he turned the keys the car made a noise like it was dying.
“OH no seriously. Gosh Darnet!” David said slamming his hands on the steering wheel.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked as another burst anxiety started up in me.
“The truck, there is no way its going to start. It says the gas level is low.” Does your dad have any gas in your garage?”
“No he was going to go get some this weekend.”
David sighed in distress. “Are you sure there is none?”
“No, at least none that I know of.”
“Alright... then tomorrow we get our bags and we walk to your neighbor’s house. Then we can use their phone to call the police to report missing person. Ok?”
“Why don’t we go now?”
“Now, well first of all its dark and if there is someone out there I don’t want to get caught, and second its late and again dark so we wont be able to see if we get lost. So going now is not a good idea."
I didn't answer him again. I could tell he was getting really upset.
"Ok, heres the deal I’m going to sleep in your room on your floor tonight if you don’t mind. We will pile a bunch of stuff by the door and rope the door shut. I don’t want to get murdered well your sleeping cozy in your room.” He laughed for a couple of seconds which broke the awkwardness of the moment. Then I couldn't help but laughed with him.
David took his keys out of the ignition then opened his door heading on his way inside. I quickly followed. It was so late, I tried to keep my eyes open because they were getting so droopy, they felt like cotton balls. As we walked in David turned around and locked the door behind us. We both looked around while we started walking to the fridge. I reached in and grabbed a piece of lunch meat and slopped it on two pieces of bread that had been lying on the counter from a couple hours ago. David started looking for something to eat. He grabbed a bunch of food and put it in some brown paper bags. I could tell that he was preparing incase we have an emergency.
I grabbed a coke out of the fridge.
"Want one?" I said as I held it up next to David's face.
"No thanks." He held up a water bottle then smiled with his eyes. He had placed food in three brown bags which he was holding."Ready to go?"
"Yepp." I started walking towards the steps. Although I was surrounded by confusion and much concerns I coudn't of felt more safe in my entire life. I dont know maybe it was the funny looks he gave me or maybe he was catching my attention.
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Publication Date: 02-17-2011
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Dedication:
To my childhood freind Emily, may we always have the best adventure.
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