~Kade
I opened my eyes. My neck was sore and my hand was numb. The side of my face was wet. I hadn't fully woken up yet. I thought I was sleeping in class. I looked around and realized I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom.
Still having nightmares about high school. How wonderful.
I graduated last year, but the remaining anxiety still gave me nightmares. High school wasn't a meaningful memory of friends and embarrassing moments that made for hilarious stories later on. It was terrible. I hated every minute of it.
The only person I could really call my friend was Dice. We met in middle school and got to know each other after figuring out we were always seat mates because our last names were so close. We also both had a mutual appreciation for video games. We still played online games together. But since I moved after high school, we hadn't seen each other.
I looked up at my computer screen. It was 10:15 am. I was still logged into my game. I was playing with Dice last night.
I read through about 15 confused then angry messages from Dice before responding."Sorry I guess I passed out."
A couple of minutes later he responded.
"I got into some trouble. I need your help. It's really important." I wasn't sure if he was still talking about the game.
"What kind of trouble?" I messaged him back.
"I kind of asked this sketchy guy for a favor and now he wants me to repay it."
"Are we talking game or...?" I was getting curious now.
"No. I think he wants me to deliver some drugs. I don't know what to do. I'm really freaking out right now." I was in shock. Dice was a good guy, but he did find his way into trouble occasionally.
"Alright what do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Can you just come with me? You're tall and intimidating sometimes. I don't want to go alone." I waited a few minutes to respond. "You're the only one I can really ask right now. Please." He added.
"Alright. No need to beg. I'll be there. Where are we meeting up?" I finally agreed.
"Thank you so much. Meet me at my place. We're supposed to meet up before 1:00."
"On my way." And with that I grabbed my jacket and was out the apartment door.
It's just a drug deal. Honestly. How bad could it be?
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The Octagon
Teen FictionIn the small town of Greenville, eventful and lively are not adjectives used often by the residents. That is until 10 teenagers all get into random accidents that almost result in their deaths. And what's even more bizzare is that it was all in one...
