Survival of the Toughest

Part II- I'm Not A Juvenile Delinquent

Danielle Holt was Alan's girlfriend of two years. They got together when they were fourteen and now they were sixteen. She was really nice and liked hanging out with most of us. Except Angel mainly due to Angel's annoying nature and tendency to invite herself places.

Danielle stood at about 5'8 and had long, red hair. She always wore a tie-dye hoodie, it was basically a trademark for her.

I was at the Salvation Army looking for another jacket before I headed off to Danielle's house. I couldn't really figure out which one I wanted. I knew I wanted my old navy blue jacket but it was a pile of ashes. I honestly don't see how they got away with burning students' clothing but they did. I kept looking for something. Harrisburg Bulldog windbreaker, black trenchcoat, tan trenchcoat, blue Jaycees jacket, black army sweater, fur coat, etc. I didn't know what to buy. I had extra money from washing Bif's Explorer so if I did want a few things, I could get them.

"Yo, Ricky." Kerry popped up beside me. "Jacket shopping?"

"Yeah." I said as I continued browsing. "My old one got turned to ashes. So I'm seeing what I can get here that'll keep me warm with my thirty bucks."

"Let me help." He edged in besides me. "I saw a few things. And thankfully there's low prices here cause used clothing."

We looked for a bit until Kerry handed me a stack.

"Here, those will make you look badass."

He handed me the black army sweater, the Jaycees jacket, a couple flannel shirts, and something that particularly caught my eye. It was an olive green flight jacket with a few patches on it. It looked cool and was for sure gonna keep me warm.

I paid for my things and walked out with Kerry following behind me.

"You going to Danielle's?" I asked as I threw on the Jaycees jacket. "Not sure if you knew that she was having a get-together."

"Nah." He said. "I'm on my way to Showplace. Gonna catch a movie."

"Alright. Catch you later."

I jogged over to McKinley Street where Danielle's house was. I walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

The door swung open revealing Danielle.

"Hey, Ricky." She leaned on the doorframe.

"Danielle." I nodded.

"Look at you!" Alan popped up beside her. "Sporting that old school varsity jacket!"

They led me inside to Danielle's room, where everyone was.

Danielle's computer was playing music. We all got to talking and goofing off until we heard something in the middle of a poker game.

SMASH!

It sounded like someone had thrown a liquor bottle at the side of the house and busted it.

"What the hell was that?" Jen perked up.

"Eh, it's probably just local wildlife smashing a car window." Alan shrugged. "Let's get back to the game. Eva, it's your deal."

Then it happened again.

SMASH!

"Jesus," Dustin said. "The tweakers must be restless tonight."

A third time.

SMASH!

After the third time, the noise was followed with yelling.

"Okay, that's it." I stood up. "I'm gonna go see what the hell is going on."