"I'm sorry, I must be hearing you wrong" Maggie said, suddenly stopping in the middle of the school hallway to look at me, "You're saying that in a near death experience, on one of the coolest nights of our lives I might add, a hot mysterious stranger saved your ass from freaking gang members, and just took off into the night??" She was looking at me like I was the start of a new plot line for those teen dystopian stories she likes to read.
"I mean basically," I shrugged "Except I'm not really sure if they qualify as gang members. They weren't exactly The Hopeless Ones" We continued walking and paused at her locker nearby.
"Whatever" Maggie responded " They're big, they're bad, you get the point."
I did get the point. As much as I wanted to chalk that aspect of the night up to a bad hallucination, I couldn't shake the memory of them tearing apart the place. I mean, attacking an entire barn filled with innocent teenagers, what was the point of that? Other than being completely and totally barbaric. I didn't get it, but to be honest, when I looked back to the night of the attack, there was only one thing that was stuck in my mind.
After my savior dropped me off at a safe distance from the barn, I woke up in the back of an ambulance with an oxygen mask on. The hospital had called my aunt in LA, and let's just say she was pretty close to furious with my decision to attend a rave. She tried to get on a plane back to MC, but after an hour on the phone of me attempting to convince her I was perfectly fine, she conceded. Without failure to mention she'd be calling me everyday, and would promptly deliver a can of whoop ass once she got back. There were no legal percussions on the party attendees, but I heard Brad got in some trouble for orchestrating the whole event. What else is new?
"It's pretty shit though" Maggie said, turning to me and interrupting my train of thought.
"What is?" I asked
"That your mystery man just walked away like that. You may never see him again."
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Two days later I was in my car driving back to Old Miller Barn. I'd spent the 48 hours trying to convince myself I didn't care whether or not I'd ever see this guy again. He saved my life, so what? I almost drowned once when I was 6, and I didn't feel the need to track down the lifeguard that was on duty that day.
Why exactly I was doing this, I wasn't sure. That night, that guy, struck a nerve with me that I couldn't quite shake. I felt like there was a piece of the story I was missing. The attackers were apparently the new rebel group that the news have been obsessing over, but something didn't add up. Where was the motive?
I turned onto the dirt road that led to the bard, parking behind some tree's a few yards from the road entrance. Taking the keys from the ignition from my blue Chevrolet Cruze, I took a deep breath and got out, taking slow strides. I don't know what I was expecting to get out of this. I mean it's doubtful the I'd walk up to the barn and the guy would just be sitting in the rubble, waiting for me. But why not? It happens in movies. Right?
To my surprise the barn wasn't completely destroyed. It still remained upright, although I'm sure not very stable. Caution tape surrounded the doors and windows in efforts to keep away passersbys. I cautiously walked up to the main entrance, glancing to see if anyone else was around. I pushed on the charred door lightly and it cracked open. Light spewed into the room from the ajar door and the ceiling cracks where the flames went through. The ground was still littered with party trash underneath all the burnt rubble and unscathed hay.
I hesitantly walked across the barn over to the area I was sure I collapsed in. Assessing the room I wasn't surprised the damage wasn't too bad, this barn had been around for decades, it was a fighter. I was however, surprised to find that the area I had collapsed on, had my name written in black spray paint across the bare concrete with an arrow pointing to a black phone sitting a few inches below.
Guys! Chapter 5, hell yeah!
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Novela Juvenil**NOT FINISHED AND UNDER CONSTRUCTION** I always knew my life was going to mean something. I was determined to have a life with purpose and adventure, the kind of life you read about in shitty teen novels. I refused for it to be anything less than e...
