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Michael followed the group of boys, people were pushing each other to get in the line by the front desk . Michael didn't want to be touched so he made his way to the end of the line with Ash.

It didn't take long until it was their turn to get their key. Michael looked at the woman at the desk. She had long frizzy blonde hair and big, wide blue eyes. The lady wore a name tag on her blouse that read "Ruth"

" Here ya go sweetie." Ruth said handing the room key to Michael. There was something weird about her she looked a little crazed.
Ashton walked up to Michael "Hey do you want to go swimming real quick?"

The woman jerked her head in our direction. "Our pool is closed." she interrupted.
"Oh, ok ... well we can go for a swim in the morning then." Ashton nudged Michael.

"Did I not make it clear?" Ruth snapped "The pool is closed!"
"Oh we are sorry ma'am." Ashton said timidly. "Why is the pool closed?" Asked Michael.

"Well" the lady leaned in over the desk "The guest who stay here say there was strange things happening by the pool, of course that was Luke's favorite spot to be."

"Who is Luke?"
Ruth gritted her teeth at Michael but her face then changed from being angry to sad. She wiped her eyes as she told her story on how her son, Luke, went missing a couple years ago." "He was a perfectly fine kid, very polite, shy, good looking, but for some reason he ran away from us."

"I'm sorry." Michael said looking into her eyes. He felt bad for the woman, he could sense that she really missed her son.
"Come on." Ashton pulled Michael away from the desk and up to their room. Michael unlocked the door and entered. It was pretty bland, only having a fan with a light, two white beds, a mirror, a creepy picture of a baby, and a desk.

The room was stuffy and smelt of sweat. "Isn't this great?" Michael said sarcastically" "yeah..." Ashton replied looking around the room.

"I call the right bed!" Michael sprang onto the squeaking motel bed, happy he didn't get the one next to the baby picture. "You suck." Ashton scowled at the picture and threw his bag onto the bed.
"I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight." Ashton pouted. Michael shrugged and smiled curling up to his pillow.
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\\__ short chapters i know I'll make them longer ;)

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