Best Friends Need Your Help

You receive a phone call from your two best friends. “Hey, we’ve done something terribly wrong and need your help. We can’t talk about it over the phone. Please meet us at the spot where we made our pact back in high school. You know the place.” Nervously, you grab your coat and car keys.

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  1. EruditeRose

    (This may not be very good, firstly because I assume that at thirteen I’m a decade or more younger than most people here. However, writing practice is writing practice.)

    “Honey, I need you to sit still.” I say in my ‘patient’ voice. I’m slathering sunscreen all over Lawrence, my son, who for some reason chose this moment to be as uncooperative as he possibly can. I’m almost at the end of my rope. I’ve spent the whole day with writer’s block, sitting in my studio and staring at my blank screen while my daughter protests her life by broadcasting heavy metal through the whole house.

    If that wasn’t enough, when Ian came home he decided that he was going to take the children to the beach, which meant, of course, that the task of getting them ready fell to me, as always.

    Anyway, I’d finally managed to get Laurie covered in the blue cream- though now, of course, the whole kitchen reeked of the chemicals it was saturated in- when the phone rang. I suddenly became a ninja; dashing to the sink to rinse off the foul smelling lotion, grabbing a towel and then reaching for the phone.

    “Tori Shaffer?” the voice was faintly familiar.
    “Yes, well, it’s actually Tori Camacho now. Who is this?”
    “Marcy.” A bell goes off. Why would she be calling? We had promised that we would forget, that we wouldn’t make contact ever again.
    “Marcy Barnett? Oh wow! It’s been forever.” My preppy tone is for Laurie’s benefit, as he’s watching me suspiciously from his perch on the kitchen counter.
    “I’m afraid…” her voice cracks, “that we have a problem. Kristin and I are waiting for you at the spot where we made the pact.” I can feel my heart stop.
    “Sure. Okay. I’ll be there.” My voice is faint, dazed. I hang up the phone softly.

    “Ian?” I call.
    “Yeah?”
    “I’m going to go meet up with some old friends. I won’t be long.” I pause by the closet and take out my coat before slipping my keys in my pocket.

    Laurie is still watching me.

    I go out and close the door behind me. I know the way by heart.
    Before I know it, I’m in the forest, at the spot. There are two other cars parked near mine. I get out slowly, I feel numb, emotionless.

    “Tori?” A voice calls out as two figures make their way towards me. Right away I know these girls are not the ones I knew in high school. Marcy has really let herself go, losing herself in folds of flesh. Kristin is frail and white, and looks about ten years older than she should. We’re all looking at each other. There’s silence. There are so many unspoken words that I feel like I’m choking.

    Kristin is the first to speak.
    “They found him.” she croaks. “After all these years, after the work we put into hiding his body, they found ” him.” Her eyes are wide. “Tori. We never removed our names from the book when we buried it with him. It’s all over. They’ll find us.”

  2. pokepal101

    Coming back from the market, I carried my groceries and stopped to reach for my key which was inside one of the bags. I unlocked the door, went in, left my groceries on the kitchen table, and jumped on my bed, lazy enough not to take a shower or even brush my teeth. I turned on the TV and watched a show on Cartoon Network. As midnight almost struck, I began to feel sleepy and drooled on my t-shirt. Suddenly, “Ring, ring” went the phone.

    I rubbed and scratched my eyes as I stared the clock. Only 3:48.

    “Who would call at this time?” I mumbled as I tried to reach the phone. I checked to see who was calling, and it was my best friend, Isaac.

    I cleared my throat as I answered and asked,” So I know you called me pretty early so why” Isaac interrupted.

    He asked if I could meet him at the spot where we made our pact back in high school and needed help. Isaac couldn’t explain what the situation was and why he needed help. I thought about changing my clothes because my drool was easily visible, but thought no time to lose.

    I got my coat and car keys. In a few minutes, I was almost there. As I peeked through the window I saw someone else next to Isaac. He wore a hood and made me feel I had come to the wrong place. After a few seconds I met up with them.

    “Who’s he”? I whispered. Isaac asked him to take off his hood. Without a word, the mysterious guy revealed himself. It was my other best friend, Vincent. I hadn’t seen him such a long time.

    I asked,” What are you doing?”

    Vincent explained,” Well you see, we used Isaac’s car and did hit-and-run but accidently.”

    “I think the person who got hit may have taken a picture of my license plate and told the cops to find us.” Isaac said. There were several lights serving around. All three us ran and hid near the trash cans.

    “How do the police know you guys are here?” I asked.

    “My prediction is from the camera on top of the stoplight,” Vincent told me.

    “You guys just have to pay the money from the damage you did” I whispered. They both nodded and said probably $206 but couldn’t afford to.

    I chuckled and said,” I could pay for that you know, so stop hiding!”
    Vincent and Isaac did as I told them to. The lights immediately centered to us as we all showed ourselves.

    “You guys are going to court” one of the officers shouted. 10 minutes later, Vincent, Isaac, and I came out from court.

    I was the one who had to pay. Too bad I had to spend all that money on my friends rather than going to the movies with my girlfriend next week. Well that’s that.

    My best friends patted me in the shoulder and Isaac said,” Let’s go to the movie, that’s my treat.” We laughed and had a good time as we were about to see the movie.

  3. RikuUkita

    “Hey, Rick, um… We’ve done something terribly wrong and we need your help. Can’t talk about it over the phone. Please meet us at the spot where we made our pact back in high school. You know the place.” I was surprised about getting the phone call. My two best friends needed me? Something must’ve been terribly wrong if they’re trying to rely on me.
    Nervously, I grab my coat and car keys. I soon realized that in my rush I had forgotten to jump in my car, but I didn’t care right now. Out of all of us, I was usually the one in terrible danger but found a way to fight a way out. For us three girls, relying on each other if we did something terribly wrong was a must, but I was usually the last resort. Most people would think I was a guy when hearing my name and seeing me in person along with my incredible strength, so for them to actually rely on me was a definite surprise.
    I reach the park not far from our old high school and searched frantically for them. I notice them sitting on the swing-sets a bit too still for them. Or maybe they had changed over the years? “What’s up?”
    “Rick!” Rima sounded surprised but then soon realized why I was here. “So that’s who you called Momiji.” Momiji quietly nodded her head in response. Rima stood up and I could see she had cried not too long ago. “You shouldn’t have, Momiji.”
    “What’s going on?” I demanded. “Why shouldn’t she have? We’re friends, aren’t we? Or is all of my memories fake?”
    “Rick, we didn’t want to bring you into this. You should… Just leave…” Rima sounded sad, dead. It made me think, ‘Who are these people? These aren’t MY friends.’
    “Too late.” I said loud and clear. “We made a pact and I’m not backing out. Momiji called asking for my help so I am going to help.”
    “You don’t understand, Rick!” Rima shouted out of nowhere which made me flinch. “How were we supposed to know better? And now we’re their targets?! How could something that seemed so innocent turn on us?!”
    “Have you guys been reading too much manga?” We were all into the japanese comics and animations. “Give me details. I can help you but only if you tell me the situation.” I stared intensely at Momiji who had been too quiet for a usual loud person.
    “We wanted to end it all, to make them all stop.” Momiji finally answered. “We just did what we thought would be in your best interest. We never thought he would turn on us.”
    “Details!”
    “We bumped into someone one day and he was like a character out of a manga.” Momiji continued.
    “You have been reading too much manga.” I commented.

  4. codeman320

    Parking in a deserted construction site, I see Mark and David standing in the middle waiting for me. I get out of
    my car and approach them, “What’s the scoop? I ask.

    David looked at Mike and I suspected it was Mike that had the troubles.

    “I got Samantha pregnant.” Mark admits guilty.

    This was not big news to me. He was wasting my time, “That’s it?” I say annoyingly.

    “That’s not all.” Mark says.

    I listen closely.

    “In all of the ‘Excitement’ I accidently…” He stalled.

    “Well?” I impatiently ask.

    “Killed her…” Mark finally finishes.

    David and I stand in complete silence until David reacts first, “What the hell!” he screams at Mark.

    “You kill a woman for being pregnant!?” I scream at him next.

    “She was going on and on about how us getting married and all that crap, and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I…hit
    her over the head with a frying pan…” Mark explains with guilt.

    “How’d that kill her?” I ask.

    “Well she then fell and cracked her head on the granite kitchen counter then she started bleeding…”

    “And you just left her there to die?” I angrily assume.

    “I panicked, okay!?” Mark yells at me.

    “So David and I have to suffer because you couldn’t hold your juices in?” I angrily ask.

    “You guys have to help me bury her, please.” Mark begged us.

    This was too much for me, but I’ll do anything if it means getting out of prison for life. David and I agree to help.
    One look at Samantha and I wanted to throw up. Her face was gray which looked like she was dead. All three of us carried Samantha to the backyard which was safe because no one goes back there and it’s pretty closed off.

    We grab some shovels, dig a hole, drop her in and slowly put the dirt back in. When the last bunches of dirt was placed, I could hear screaming from under it all. She wasn’t dead, just unconscious.

    We all panic, “we got to dig her back up!” Mark says.

    David and I on the other hand did all we promised, “Sorry, dude, your problem now!” We run back to my car and drive off.

    “Hey, come back!” We could hear Mark cursing at us from behind. We weren’t laughing, we were still freaked out and wondered if this moment will come back to haunt us.

  5. Nicole778899

    The phone rang and I scrambled to pick it up.
    “Hel-”
    “Hey, we’ve done something terribly wrong and need your help. We can’t talk about it over the phone. Please meet us at the spot where we made our pact back in high school. You know the place.”
    I could tell it was Lyle and Neil. Why did they do this to me?
    “I’ll be righ-”
    They hung up.
    I grabbed my car keys and set out for the Old Orchard we used to go to all the time. Those two brothers which were my best friend/ buffoons always took it upon themselves to cause as much trouble as possible.
    When I arrived at the orchard the apples were just starting to get red and the fiery glow of the sun made the place seem comforting. I had to remember though that I was here to help those to clowns. What was that pact about again? I racked my brain for answers, and then it hit me. Oh God, tell me I’m not here because they broke the pact!
    It was a sunny summer when we gathered here and we made a pact that if one of us every got caught breaking the law that the other two would back them up. Crap, what the heck did they do? I could see the two of them like mirror images of each other leaning against a tree. “Abby, sup!” Neil nodded his head. I couldn’t help, but grin at the sight of them, ” Don’t ‘sup’ me! What did you do?” Lyle chuckled than looked at me.
    “It’s not what we ‘did’ it’s what we’re going to do. ”
    “Like what?”
    The both smiled, ” Have you ever needed cash, lived close to a bank with a lot of money, and owned three guns with a lot of bullets?”
    I shook my head and laughed, ” Seriously, again I sprained my wrist last week!”

  6. mrcopasetic

    It’s about six am in the morning. I am so excited today because I start my new job and I will propose to my girlfriend when I get off. I intend to get breakfast from Subway because if I buy one six inch sub I will get another one free. My phone rings and it says Westing Lewis. This is one of my best friends but I do not feel like being bothered. Plus I am ignoring him because of something bad I did yesterday. Now my other friend is calling but I don’t want to answer because he may not be my friend anymore after tonight. A text message appears saying call us back ASAP it is very important. So I decided to call him back. He tells me that I need to meet him and Westing ASAP at the Thornton Township Gymnasium. I remember that place. We all made a pack to always be there for one another no matter what the situation may be. So I grab my Coach designed coat and Mercedes Benz car keys. While I am driving down Halsted I contemplate what to do if they discover what I have done. I walk into the gymnasium and see both of my friends standing in the middle of the building with hoodies on looking nervous. I panicked so I pulled out a Colt 45 and kept aim at my friends.
    My friend Westing begins to cry as my other friend Alex tries to run away. I shot Alex in his legs and explained if he moves again it’s his head. My friend Westing looks at me with fear and tries to persuade me to calm down. I explained that I don’t want any troubles and that I didn’t mean to harm anyone. Westing explains that he does not know what I am talking about. Alex is crying out why you shot me. Westing threw a book across the floor and told me to read it. So I opened the book and started to laugh. The book explains that Westing and Alex girlfriend’s confessing to loving another man. Westing explains that when he walked into her house to confront her they were dead. Evidence pointed to both of my friends.
    O I laughed so hard that I dropped the gun and stumbled to the floor. I pick the gun up and point it back at Westing. He cries out that I am crazy. Westing run towards me with all his might but one bullet to the chest stopped him quickly. He falls to the ground and looks me in my eyes and asked why. I explained to them that I was the other man. I have been cheating on my girlfriend with their girlfriend’s. When they were threating to tell my girlfriend I had no choose but to kill them. I set it up to look like it was my friends fault that way I wouldn’t have to be bothered with their constant begging. Alex cries for mercy but I was almost late for work. I shot Alex and Westing in the chest and went out to start my first day of work. P.S She said yes.

  7. Joseph

    I rolled over half awake, half asleep and moaned word noises, a tree a.m., wa’ could you possibly need help. Tim and Paul were both on the phone. “Ah, we might need some help.” I knew there was something terribly wrong. My mind loaded up with everything that usually clusters in my mind. Added this new cluster, and my head baked.

    “We really can’t talk about it over the phone. Stop it Tim! Okay? Just come! ”

    There was no one to talk to.

    By the time I made it to Tim’s place I was seriously doubting the integrity of this call. It had to be a prank, what were these guys going to pull when I open the door? I stepped onto the porch and my phone rang. It was a text, “PLEASE MEETS US AT THE PLACE WHERE WE MAKE OUR PACT BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL.”

    That didn’t sound much like the Tim and Paul I know, a lawyer and a business manager well versed in text messaging and speaking in general with a certain finesse that usually irritate the hell out of me. Well true to form, this was getting irritating. It took me about fifteen minutes to make it over to the woods behind Marvin Gate’s place. It was going to take me another ten minutes to stumble down the path to get there. Lucky the moon was out, although only half of it shone. Nothing changed about this place it seemed. I think that is why we chose it. I swear I saw something move. I can’t believe it but they say the trees walk in their shadows here. The lake is the only comfort. I hustled through the descending path, wanting to hear the water lapping with a patient pat or plop sound at the shoreline.

    Tim stood there, shaking his head letting out gasps of anger, watching while Paul dug frantically. Tim looked surprised, “What on Earth are you doing here”?

    “Hey, you called me! You sent a text, the pact.”

    “I didn’t call.”

    “We didn’t text you,” Paul stood up. “Where’s the key, Bobbie”?

    Tim stumbled away from the mounds of dirt. I could see he was here on his fact finding mission, his hands as dirty as Paul’s. “You mean to say you were at home last night”?

    “Yes,” I said. “What’s going on”?

    “We are here, we didn’t ask you to meet us, ’cause it seemed like you were making a prank, about the pact.” Tim took the old Toyota Key fog, and key ring we buried away so long ago, out of his pocket. The leather still had dirt smeared into it, just dug up dirt. He smiled and tilted his head in question as I stared at the the empty key ring. The key to the old Toyota Corolla was missing. “We found this strung up from the ceiling, hanging from a flippin’ kite string in the living room. Now.., Robbie-Bobbie, tell me this is your joke.”

  8. R.D.Bennette

    “Hey, we’ve done something terribly wrong and need your help. We can’t talk about it over the phone. Please meet us at the spot where we made our pact back in high school. You know the place.”
    Nervously, I grab my coat and car keys. They’re my closest friends. Known ’em since grammar school.

    My heart is pounding like a jackhammer on the ride over. As fast as I want to get there, I end up behind every slow driver on the road. Just when I have a free run, the gate goes down for the train. I sit there eight agonizing minutes biting my nails as Florida’s longest freight train meanders past my windshield. The gate goes up. I hit the gas. Only a quarter mile away, I catch the draw bridge. Another five minutes wasted because some prosodic dink couldn’t put the antenna down on his boat. A few hundred feet past the bridge, the engine sputters and dies. I forgot to fill up today. I jump out of the car, running fast as a middle age man can without having a heart attack.

    In my haste I left my coat in the car. Out of breath and sweating profusely on a cooler than normal Florida evening, my heart is pounding harder from fear than from running. I reach my friends at the appointed spot in the park. They lead me down the small embankment to the canal, scanning the area for other people. Good. No witnesses. By now the sun has fallen below the horizon. The bluish hues of the early evening light are becoming more predominant, choking away the last vestiges of color at the end of daylight.

    As I look into the canal, my mind does a double take. Am I really seeing what I think, or is the fading light creating an illusion that plays with my mind?
    “Oh, God, I think I’m gonna be sick,” I tell my friends. “Is this what you called me here for”?
    “Yes”, one of them responds.
    “Why didn’t you call 911? You did, right?”
    “We didn’t.”
    “We can’t.”
    I ask, “Why not?”
    “Because”, he says, “he’s the guy who raped my little girl last year. Cops couldn’t get enough evidence to arrest him. We saw him sittin’ on the bench here, so we grabbed him and pushed him in.”
    “Scumbag got what he deserved”.
    “I hope this gator finishes him off before anyone else comes along.”

    1. JJerome

      I agree with Anne – good rising action, using the setting to create tension, and create specificity of place. Question for you – What makes Florida a source of inspiration for you? (and other writers (Hiaasen, Barry, King)

  9. JJerome

    “Hey, we’ve done something terribly wrong and need your help. We can’t talk about it over the phone. Please meet us at the spot where we made our pact back in high school. You know the place.” Those words came from Carly, and I say them out loud to make sure they make sense. It’s getting dark as I get closer to the meeting spot. The wind feels hard and cold.
    If I close my eyes and shut out the world, I can still imagine the voices as they played out over twenty years ago.
    “Hey Henry, get us a roll of cash. I can score us some killer coke.” (The first voice was Carly, always Carly, first at everything. First at getting a college scholarship, first at losing her virginity, first at the after-game party to throw up all over the floor. Real go getter, that Carly.)
    “Yeah, c’mon Kyle. Your father’s loaded. He’ll never miss it. Meet us at the Old Man’s Nose.” (That was Emily, the Shadow. She follows Carly around everywhere. And what’s more, Emily knows I would do anything for either of them, I’m so hard up for them both. And don’t think they don’t know it.) “Meet us at the Old Man’s Nose.” (It was a new place to gather for high school kids who wanted to escape, have a few laughs, drink a few beers. No one ever thought about doing anything harder than weed. No one ever thought it would be a place for bloodshed. Not even Carly.) Getting closer to the Old Man’s Nose. It’s pretty dark now, but the flashlight keeps me focused. The woods look exactly like I left them twenty years ago.
    And what was so special about the place? A wooded area about a mile off the farm road, past the creek bed about a hundred yards. Secluded, damp, covered in leaves this time of year. Nothing special at all if you’re that homeless guy who wandered into town to sell a bag of coke to the high school kids. It was the first time for two important moments. Hard drugs and murder. That poor old hobo never saw it coming. He’s handing over the bag to Carly, expecting the cash, next comes the rock at the side of the head, and it all goes black. In a panic, the trembling hands, the quavering voices, the subdued hysteria to rip open the earth for the dead flesh. Then, the pact.
    “Never say a word, to anybody, ever.” I say out loud, to myself. No problem there. Never said a word to anybody. Until now. We’re now at the center of the murder, right under the giant oak tree with the knot that resembled the nose of an old man. I never could see it then, but I do know.
    “Mr. Owens. Is this the place?” the officer asks.
    I tell him yes.
    “And you’re sure all three bodies are buried here?”
    I nod. The cops start digging. Soon, they’ll find them. Two girls, one boy, killed in their prime by my hands. The names Carly, Emily, and Kyle seep into the soil and disappear forever.
    “Why did you do it, Mr. Owens?”
    But I don’t answer. What would it matter? Who would believe a drifter like me?

  10. confused2245

    Tried to post this earlier, but it’s been in moderation forever, so I guess I’ll try again, sorry if it double posts. This is my first shot at one of these and fair warning it’s a bit profane. I just figured that’s what my thought process would be like in the situation. Any and all feedback is welcome.

    Fuck. If they’re calling then there’s something wrong and if there’s something wrong then there’s a good chance that we’re all dead. Tommy didn’t say much over the phone, but he didn’t need to say anything for me to know. If they’re calling then there’s something wrong. My two best friends…

    I start the engine. Katy Perry fills the car, I turn the radio off. Fuck. The spot isn’t far away, at this hour with all the traffic lights out, it only takes 12 minutes to get there, I know because I can’t stop looking at the clock. Pavement turns to gravel as I drive into the woods. I leave the car a few hundred feet away and walk the rest of the way down the path. The ground is slightly damp. I can feel my sneakers squelch, leaving prints in the mud.

    I find at the spot, with a Lincoln. Tommy is leaning against the side of the car. He’s rubbing his forehead, pinching it between his thumb and the side of his left index finger. I don’t see Bobby until I get closer; he’s pacing back and forth by the tree line, about 15 feet beyond the Lincoln’s front bumper.

    Tommy looks up as I get closer and waves Bobby over. I look at Bobby first, then Tommy, “So?”

    Tommy breathes in behind his teeth and grimaces, “We fucked up.”

    “No shit.”

    He opens the trunk. I glance at Bobby and peer in. I hold my hand in front of the man’s mouth, he’s unconscious, still breathing shallowly. I turn him over.

    “This is the wrong guy.”

    Tommy starts to open his mouth, but it’s Bobby who speaks now, “We made a pact, Alex.”

    “I know; I’m here.”

    “So what do we do?”

    “He see your faces?”

    “Of course he did. This was supposed to be a hit, not a kidnapping.”

    “Then kill him.”

    “What about Mick?”

    “Forget that for a moment. Our immediate concern is the fucker in your trunk, we deal with Mick later.”

    Tommy doesn’t speak. He just grabs the poor bastard’s legs. I wrap my arms under the guy’s shoulders and together we haul him from the car into the woods. Bobby grabs a couple shovels from the trunk. At least they came prepared.

    We stay silent, just walk. We get about 200 yards in before we drop the body. Tommy pulls out a handgun, but I take it from him and squeeze two bullets into the guy’s cranium. The blood mist adds a coppery taste to the air. I toss the nine on the body.

    “I hate how they crack open,” Bobby mutters.

    Tommy starts, “Alex…”

    “We made a pact a long time ago, now you know that we’re really in this together.”

    Bobby pulls his lips back – so that I can briefly see his teeth – then down into a frown. He swallows, “Now what?”

    “Get digging,” I turn and walk back to my car.

  11. confused2245

    Fuck. If they’re calling then there’s something wrong and if there’s something wrong then there’s a good chance that we’re all dead. Tommy didn’t say much over the phone, but he didn’t need to say anything for me to know. If they’re calling then there’s something wrong. My two best friends…

    I start the engine. Katy Perry fills the car, I turn the radio off. Fuck. The spot isn’t far away, at this hour with all the traffic lights out, it only takes 12 minutes to get there, I know because I can’t stop looking at the clock. Pavement turns to gravel as I drive into the woods. I leave the car a few hundred feet away and walk the rest of the way down the path. The ground is slightly damp. I can feel my sneakers squelch, leaving prints in the mud.

    The first surprise is the Lincoln. That shouldn’t be here. Tommy is leaning against the side of the car. He’s rubbing his forehead, pinching it between his thumb and the side of his left index finger. I don’t see Bobby until I get closer; he’s pacing back and forth by the tree line, about 15 feet beyond the Lincoln’s front bumper.

    Tommy looks up as I get closer and waves Bobby over. I look at Bobby first, then Tommy, “So?”

    Tommy breathes in behind his teeth and grimaces, “We fucked up.”

    “No shit.”

    He opens the trunk. I glance at Bobby and peer in. I hold my hand in front of the man’s mouth, he’s unconscious, still breathing shallowly. I turn him over.

    “This is the wrong guy.”

    Tommy starts to open his mouth, but it’s Bobby who speaks now, “We made a pact, Alex.”

    “I know; I’m here.”

    “So what do we do?”

    “He see your faces?”

    “Of course he did. This was supposed to be a hit, not a kidnapping.”

    “Then kill him.”

    “What about Mick?”

    “Forget that for a moment. Our immediate concern is the fucker in your trunk, we deal with Mick later.”
    Tommy doesn’t speak. He just grabs the poor bastard’s legs. I wrap my arms under his shoulders and together we haul him from the car into the woods. Bobby grabs a couple shovels from the trunk. At least they came prepared.

    We stay silent, just walk. We get about 200 yards in before we drop the body. Tommy pulls out a handgun, but I take it from him and squeeze two bullets into the guy’s cranium. The blood mist adds a coppery taste to the air. I toss the nine on the body.

    “I hate how they crack open,” Bobby mutters
    .
    Tommy starts, “Alex…”

    “We made a pact a long time ago, now you know that we’re really in this together.”

    Bobby pulls his lips back – so I can briefly see his teeth – then down into a frown. He swallows, “Now what?”

    “Get digging,” I turn and walk back to my car.

  12. elclipo

    I was eating a delicious hamburger when my cell phone started ringing. The loud guitar solo that serves as my ring tone startled me and I made a mess of my fries. I thought about ignoring the call but when I saw the number I knew it was important.
    I hit the answer button. “This better be good” I said.

    “Jeremy!” Edwin said almost immediately. “Hey, we’ve done something terribly wrong and need your help. We can’t talk about it over the phone. Please meet us at the spot where we made our pact back in high school. You know the place.”

    The line went dead. I attempted to call Edwin but the call went straight to voicemail. I snatched my keys and left the apartment, leaving the TV on, my half-eaten burger on the coffee table, and my fries scattered across the carpet.
    I arrived at Johnson’s High about fifteen minutes later. The parking lot was an asphalt desert with very few working light poles. At the far end of the parking lot was the main building, and inside it, the chemistry lab where we made a pact to take care of each other, no matter what.

    As I approached the building I noticed how unkempt it was. The once luxurious school now looked like an old man forgotten by his family and ignored by the nursing home staff. Most of the windows were boarded up and the few that weren’t, were broken. The chain used to lock the front set of doors was cut and laying on the stairs. The right door was open.

    A small hint of light could be seen through the door as if someone inside was waving a flashlight. “Ed?” I yelled towards the building but received no answer. “Time to go in then.” I said in a low voice in an attempt to convince myself that going inside was a good idea.

    I went up the steps and into the building. The hall was extremely dark, the only light coming from outside through the doorway I was now blocking. I took out my cell phone and turned it on, using the screen as a flashlight and started down the hall.

    All the labs were on the back side of the building. I walked down the hall, expecting something sinister to jump out at me. I turned the corner into the back hallway just as my cell phone screen timed out, turning an already dark hallway into a black hole. I fumbled trying to turn it back on when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Without a though, my feet carried me in that direction. I took a deep breath and walked into the room.

    The lights came on and everyone I knew at the time yelled in unison, “Surprise! Happy Birthday Jeremy!”

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