Forgotten Pines: The Chronicle of the Kodnikado

THREE

THREE

Donny (picture up above)
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"I have a plan". I proclaimed when Max and Cemre were seated on my bed.

Niether of them looked eager to hear me out. But I went on too collaborate nonetheless.

"How about instead of going to Washington we switch buses in oregon and lug our way to california for the summer".

"You want to spend three months in california without money?" Cemre asked with a raised brow.

"We can snatch wallets".

"You want to pick pocket your way to wealth?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. Why not?"

"Because I have a future that involves staying away from prison".

"Maybe if you wind up in prison you'll actually accomplish all the things you lie about".

"I'm not a liar!"

"Your a pathological liar". I said.

"He's right". Max inserted with a lazy shrug. "You do lie a shit ton".

"Oh yeah". Cemre crossed his arms and scowled, "When have I ever lied?"

I held up my hand and began counting off my fingers. "You lied about setting that car on fire".

"That actually happened".

"But it was an accident". I shot back, "You also lied about dating Ciara, Jane, Rowling, and Hannah."

"You lied about that prom prank". Max added with a dirty glare in Cemre's direction.

"And you lied to dad, three months straight, about bieng on the soccer team".

"And what about you Donny?" Cemre snapped, "You tried to whip up a night shade drink in chemistry".

"It's science".

"You were gonna give it to Joey Kenmer during lunch".

"He deserved pain".

"We're getting off track here". Max grumbled.

I clasped both my hands behind my back and started pacing. He was right. The main focus of this meeting was on how to get out of going to Washington.

I wasn't about to throw my entire summer away.

It was just too horrible.

"I'm not going to Washington". I mumbled.

Spending three months cooped up in a old cabin in the woods didn't sound very exciting. More like claustrophobic. Plus, it had been almost seven years since we last saw Uncle Gavin.

The woods, and solitude might've turned him into a axe wielding murderer.

"Maybe if we convince dad that we wont get into any more trouble he'll let us stick around". Cemre said.

Max snorted.

"It's worth a shot".

"He's sending us away so that he won't have to bother with us". Max snapped. "He'll have freedom, and time to do his job without the responsibility of dealing with kids".

I scratched the top of my head as I thought over the options. And then a lightbulb hit me. "Maybe we should just burn down the station".

Cemre dropped his head into his hands and groaned. "Your going to spend your entire life in prison".

"Hay maybe he's got a point". Max piped.

"I'm not getting mixed up with arson". Cemre scowled before walking out of the room. Before he was out of ear shot he shouted, "You guys are insane!"

With him gone I took a seat next to Max, and gingerly bounced myself on the matress. "Soo..." I paused to collect my thoughts, "What should we do?"

Cemre was good with ruling out options and figuring out equations for a dire situation. But Max was good at taking action.

"Dunno".

I combed my fingers through my hair then fell backwards onto my back. "This sucks".

"Yeah".

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I found it impossible to sleep that night with the constant worry of getting shipped off to some tiny town in the middle of nowhere.

I couldn't even blink as I stared at the cracks in my ceiling.

The injustice of it all was driving me insane.

For one, How could I get my revenge on Kyler this summer if I was all the way in washington?

I groaned and rolled onto my side.

On top of that I wouldn't be able to ask that cute girl- the one working at the nearby waffle shop- to go on a date with me.

I spent like an entire six hours practicing, and writing up a speech for her.

"It-" I knocked my head against my pillow, "Isn't fair!"

I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone. I pulled up the group chat between Max, Cemre, and myself; then I quickly typed out a message.

Guys!!!! I cant sleep.

A moment passed before I got a reply from Max.

Want me to come knock you out?

I snickered under my breath and thumbed a response.

No. I want your help devising a plan..

I stared at the screen as I waited for Max's little Icon to jump down to the new message. But it never did.

After ten minutes or so I gave up and tossed my phone to the foot of my bed.

Even if Max and Cemre wouldn't help I still had a day before we were scheduled to leave.

Maybe if I try hard enough I can convince dad?

Or wreak enough havoc....

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Sorry for the shorter chapter. I have a harder time writing from this POV.