CHAPTER ELEVEN
“I trusted you to get us there, you dumbass!” Anaya screamed.
“I got you there,” Sawyer said. “We just… we may have to walk the last quarter mile.”
“My head…” she said as she stumbled toward the front seat. “Move over, damn it.”
“What?’
“I said, move it!”
Brin didn’t realize she was holding Dylan’s hand until Anaya shoved Sawyer into the passenger seat and failed to back the van out of the ditch. Anaya tried, probably a dozen times, before she screamed real loud, pounded her fists against the dashboard, and slammed her forehead once real hard against the steering wheel.
“We’re walking!” she shouted. “Everybody get your stuff! We’re walking!”
“How far is it?” Chace said.
“It’s not far, quarterback! If I can walk it, you can walk it.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Chace said, chuckling to a smiling Lavender.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
Brin turned to her right to see that, miraculously, Dylan was still sleeping. “Are you serious?” she said.
Dylan didn’t answer.
She slugged him in the shoulder, and he immediately woke from his dream state. “Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning? Come on. We’re all getting out.”
“Where are we going?”
Brin shook her head and tumbled forward toward the sliding door, which Chace had opened, letting Lavender out before himself.
“Anaya?” Brin said.
“What?” Anaya was already started to march toward the ghost town.
“Do you have my outfit for the movie?”
“It’s in the front seat,” she said. “Grab it, will you?”
Brin really didn’t want to. She didn’t want to wear the period clothes; she didn’t want to act. How did I get here? she thought as she grabbed the crinkled black dress and departed the van. How has everything in my life led to this god-awful day?
“Where am I supposed to change?” Brin shouted, but Anaya didn’t hear her. Anaya, Sawyer, Chace, and Lavender were walking hastily toward the ghost town, while Dylan was still waking up and gathering his things for the little jaunt.
“Come on, let’s go,” Brin said, reaching inside the van to pull the tired Dylan outside.
“I got it, I got it,” he said, slapping her away. He stepped out onto the snow and shivered overdramatically. “Oh my God, it’s freezing out here!”
“Tell me about it.”
“What is this? Are we making a movie or are we taking part in a group suicide?”
“If it were up to me, we’d go back. Shoot the movie in Grisly. But it’s too late now. We’re stuck.”
“The van’s stuck?”
“It is.”
Dylan turned around, his arms crossed, his teeth chattering.
“Are you guys coming?” Lavender shouted from afar.
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THE VAMPIRE UNDERGROUND
Vampiros16-year-old Brin Skar hates everything to do with being scared, so she isn't happy when she discovers that her junior year Film class at Grisly High is devoted to the horror genre. Worse, the first assignment for the students is to create their very...
