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Chapter 19

Avi’s Point of View

It was around 5:00 in the afternoon when I went out to buy some groceries with Kevin, Scott and Mitch. Kirstie was sleeping and we seemed to have eaten all of the stuff we bought just a week before.

Kevin and I were in charge of the fruits and veggies and Scomiche was in charge of, well, everything else.

I was picking through the apples seeing which ones weren’t bruised when my phone started to buzz in my pocket.

“Hello? How did you get my number? Why is it so important? Well they haven’t happened for a while now. About a week. What? Where? At noon tomorrow? I guess… we’ll be there! What? Why alone? I see… okay… okay… okay… bye.”

“What was that about?” Kevin asked, munching on some free samples.

“Oh nothing,” I lied, shoving my phone back into my pocket.

“Didn’t sound like nothing….” He mumbled, popping another grape before leaving to get salad things.

I went back to my apple hunt, finding only 3 apples that haven’t been beaten.

I then made my way over to the pineapples where they were all either perfect or green.

I picked out 4 and made my way over to Kevin.

“Hey! You ready to check out?” I asked, shifting my weight to my left.

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

Kevin was always good at letting things go and not keeping a grudge when I don’t tell him something. Probably because I always end up telling him what’s going on.

But I don’t think I’m going to tell him about this. I mean it’s not like she has a brain tumor or something, it’s just bad dreams and she hasn’t had them in almost a week.

We made our way to the checkout line, waiting for Scott to catch up. They are probably making out in the snack section.

We waited for a while, just sitting there… doing nothing…

Kevin started to silently beat box, like he always does when he has nothing to do. I started to add a bass line. Soon enough we were jamming out by ourselves. I added some wind, Kevin added some electric sounds and then we heard some familiar voices right behind us.

Scott started to add some ‘oooo’s and Mitch started to free style, using some of TWO ZERO ONE FOUR lyrics when he got stuck.

“Queen will do what queen will does”

“Yeah she will!” Kevin echoed, still beatboxing.

Soon he ran out of lyrics and started making up words, making us all crack up.

Soon enough, we were all laughing hysterically.

“That was really cool, you guys!” We heard from behind us. There stood a man with white jeans and a tight blue shirt and a white suite which was clearly too small for him.

“Thank you!” Mitch thanked, adjusting his hair.

“You know, I could actually work with you guys! Here’s my card.” He handed us a small black card.

“Thank you but we already have a producer so…” Scott said, handing the card back to the business man in front of us.

We turned around and went to the checkout line, trying to hold back laughter.

“Gosh Scott, that could have been our big break!” Kevin joked, unloading the bags on the food treadmill, as I call it.

“I just don’t think we’re ready!” Scott joked back.

Minutes later, we were out of the market and on our way home.

We got to the house and I dropped off the bags then sprinted upstairs to check on Kirstie.

I knocked on the door and heard nothing.

I knocked again, “Kirstie?”

Nothing. She must be sleeping. Right when I was about leave, I heard a slight whimper come from the room. The whimper turned into a slight cry and then that turned into words.

“No! Please let me go!” Those words were more than familiar to me. I busted into the room to see her thrashing in her sleep, tears running down her face.

“Kirstie!” I ran over and started to shake her slightly, “Kirstie! Wake up!” In her sleep she slapped me in the face.

I straddled her and pinned her arms down. “Let me go! Let me go!” She screamed, making her face go red.

“Kirstie!! Wake up!!” Right after I was done yelling at her, water came out of nowhere, splashing her in the face.

Her screaming stopped and her eyes opened hesitantly.

I got off her and stood next to Scott who was holding a bucket with Mitch and Kevin right behind him. Their eyes were full of many emotions. Some was fear, some was confusion, but the most dominating one was worry.

“What… what’s…” she stuttered.

“You have an appointment tomorrow with Dr. Miller…” I looked at her then left.