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Chapter 2 FIRST SIGN
Nothing but sleeping humans and lifeless bodies were in warm beds that night. Are room had nobody in it and we sunk out to go for a stroll. In Blin’s mind, we were going shopping and that meet stealing. Stealing more than once in one day was crazy to me. Did I tick him off that much to make him steal again? Jesus Christ.
We found a shop full of goods. Candy, real food, and things to drink. How did Blin knew this place and when did he get the time to look for it? For some reason Blin was a kid I couldn’t understand and know what he was thinking. He confused me a little too much and made me feel unsafe.
A few minutes went by trying to find a rock or something to pick the lock on the door. Finally Blin just picks up a big rock, took a few steps back, and threw it at the window. We were in and nobody woke up. We got a sack full of food and we walked away.
“Sweet, it seems we’ll be eating this stuff till morning,” Blin said while stuffing his mouth with cake and walked up to the bridge to the orphanage. He layed down the sack and sat on the railing.
“So, wh-what are we going to do nnow?” Ian asked and he looked at Blin first then me. I couldn’t see his eyes and his glasses were bright from the moons refection.
A twig snapped.
All of us looked over near the trees and Blin pointed to me then to the direction of the snap. So, I went to go look and I found nothing.
“See this is why I don’t let you go Ian,”
“Wh-what is the reason again?” He asked.
“Because you’re too scrawny like me and they would break you in half,” Blin answered being vary blunt towards him.
“And if he dies. We can run like crazy,”
“Rright,”
They both trailed off and I went to go look if there was anyone guarding the cemetery. It was three in the morning and it was pitch black in the whole entire town. I kept walking even though I can’t see my feet, then I was their in front of the gate and the guard wasn’t their. All I saw was the landscape of the gray stones and white snow. My arms went limp and they rested on the rods that gave the gate a weird, dead design. I felt my eyes getting heavier and my black hair coming forward from the wind.
I looked up and jumped. I turned around and Ian is standing their with his hand on my shoulder looking at me. Blin stood with his back to us and saw some figures near the bridge.
“We need to get going. Hey, Sathe find the path way that’s behind the cemetery and lets get out of here,” Blin whispered.
“I-I hate the dead,”
The next morning was silence and tedious. We sat out side on the snow covered benches and Blin made a snow man from being that bored. We said nothing and certainly did not speak of what happened last night to anyone. The helpers didn’t suspect a thing when the police came to the door, nor the elders who heard or the people who came to foster a child, and especially neither did the kids. That’s what we wanted, to think nothing happened, and move on but Ian never quite move on to new things.
Ian
Ian is such a smart kid and yet he hang’s out with me and Blin. Since he’s a smart kid I think he could have picked better friends but he’s your average nerd. Skinny, quite, tall, and wears glasses but he looks different then that. He didn’t have pens in his pocket or something really dorky on. He stood out from everyone including his first day in the orphanage.
 Q T smells fruT · Wed Feb 06, 2008 @ 01:37am · 0 Comments |
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