"What's.. beautiful?"
"Beautiful is what you call a girl you like looking at, like your so beautiful I can't take my eyes off of you"
One day Lily Harrington's best friends mysteriously vanish one night in the woods. She and her friends decide to in...
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The night air rushed past as the car tore down the empty road, its engine roaring wildly. The dim glow of the moon poured into the windows, highlighting the party's anxious faces. Max, consumed with thrill maneuvered the wheel recklessly causing the car to jerk on and off the road.
The gasps and nervous laughter echoed in the enclosed space, adding to the tense atmosphere of the adrenaline-fueled chaos. Steve's and Dustin's exclamations pierced the air as the vehicle jerked violently, careening off the road and coming to a sudden halt. The bright headlights cast a brilliant glow over the scene, revealing the chaos that had ensued.
Max sat in the driver's seat with her eyes fixed ahead, her hand confidently pulling away from the wheel as she shifted the stick into park. "I told you, Zoomer," she said, her voice filled with a sense of satisfaction.
With a sense of urgency, the group swiftly exited the car, their movements synchronized. Dustin and Mike reached down to lift Lucas and Beverly from the backseat floor where they sat crammed due to lack of space.
As they made their way toward the trunk, their hearts were pounding with anxiety, and they couldn't help but wonder what awaited them.
The group was startled by a soft thud, followed by a groan that broke the still air. All eyes turned to Steve, whose body lay on the ground, his face contorted in pain as soft groans continued to escape his lips.
Once the sound was identified the pairs of eyes immediately shifted away and flickered to the open trunk before their hands swiftly grabbed the needed supplies for their plan. Their fingers deftly adjusted goggles over their eyes, the clear lenses reflecting a sense of readiness for the unknown. Bandanas, vibrant and patterned, were tied securely over their faces as they ignored the older boy's pain-inflicted calls for their attention.
Steve's voice was filled with frustration as he called out to the group of teens who were quickly dispersing. His body leaned heavily against the car for support as he strained to hear their response.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" he asked, his words laced with annoyance. "What are you, deaf? Hello?" Despite his best efforts, the teens continued to head in different directions or stayed huddled by the open trunk.
The thin and weak Harrington boy stood his ground, his voice firm and resolute as he addressed the group of teens that were passing him. "We are not going down there right now. I made myself clear," he said, his eyes flashing with determination. "There's no chance we're going down there, all right?"
Despite his efforts to block their way, the teens pushed past him without a second glance. He watched them stalk away, his blood boiling with anger and frustration. Their dismissive attitude lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of the lack of respect people have for him.
Steve's patience had run out, his irritation bubbling over as he grabbed the rope from Dustin's hands with force. With a sudden burst of energy, he chucked the rope to the ground, the sound echoing through the space. "This ends right now!" he exclaimed, his voice booming with an air of finality.
