White Wine

The Prolouge

POLICE RECORDS
DECEMBER 18, 1972
11:45 PM

VIDEO FOOTAGE OF
PUBLIC LANKGROVE POOL
THE "BLOOD DONOR"

   The air was a humid 101.D and the pavement near the pool was scorching hot and hard to stand on without wincing. The pool was 97.D no less, no more.

"Harry! Move over!" A girl shrieked, pushing a boy with brown hair and green eyes over the fence of the pool, him making a groan, putting his fingers between the bridge of his nose. "You okay?" A girl's voice asked, Harry nodded slowly groaning.

"My god, Heather! I'm only wearing swim trunks!" Harry whined, slowly standing back up, his swim trunks crumbled up and dirty. He then rubbed his scraped-up back, his tan skin bruised blue as it bleeding a little.

"Wussy!" Heather yelled out to him as she looked over the fence.

    "Maybe we should be quiet... So The Man doesn't arrest us..." A girl behind the fence whispered.

Rarely did The Man (the cops) come around to yell at the 4 kids to scat and rarely were the pool lights off.

     It was the 70's, no one cared. The 4 kids could break someone's arm and no one would care unless their parents were rich.

"Coming in, Harry!"  Heather yelled out, she jumped onto the ground, landing on her new Adidas sneakers, making a satisfied smile at her "perfect" landing as her fake blonde hair fell over her eyes.

     "I'm so much better than you, aren't I?"  She taunted a toothy grin plastered on her as she placed her hands on her hips. Harry ignored her, clearly annoyed as he crossed his arms in defense.

     "I'm so much better than you, aren't I?" Harry mimicked in a stupid voice as well, Heather elbowed him in the side and he groaned.

"Chrissy! You can come down now!" Heather yelled out, her hands around her mouth to make herself louder.

    A girl jumped over the top of the fence and landed sloppily on her shoes, scraping her hand harshly on the concrete. She choked back some air, wincing in pain, and clutched her hand in her other hand.

"Johnny! Come down!" Harry yelled out, constantly looking over to Chrissy. Johnny came down, falling into a kneeling pose, his brown, shaggy hair falling over his brown eyes.

"You guys didn't tell me we could bring shoes," he panted looking up at Heather and Chrissy.

    "They didn't tell me either," Harry said in a huff, sitting at the edge of the pool and sticking his feet in.

"Because we knew you would bring your stupid clogs if we told you," Heather pointed out, staring at Harry.

The 2 boys rolled their eyes, walking to the pool, "They are the new fad, but what would you know? You still wear moccasins!" Harry snapped looking directly into Heather's brown eyes.

"Let's just swim," Heather moaned, taking off her Adidas sneakers and slowly walking to the pool and hopping in.

"Did anyone bring like, goggles?" Chrissy asked as she floated on her back. "No, you?" Johnny asked, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight as he got his hair wet.

He rarely went outside to tan like the others, he was scared of getting some weird skin tanning diagnosis, Heather had called it Graphic Skin Marking. She made up a sickness to get a laugh out of his reaction, Harry tried to tell him later on that it wasn't real but he didn't believe him.