8 - Go For The Gold

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I showed the fed-x envelope through the hole in the tomb wall before climbing out, dust streaking my arms

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I showed the fed-x envelope through the hole in the tomb wall before climbing out, dust streaking my arms. My heart was still racing- not because of the grave, but because somehow, someway, John b's dad had left something behind for him.

"That's not gold" Pope said.

"Holy shit. This is from my dad" John B breathed.

Before I could even process that, JJ's voice cut through the air.
"Code red. Code red. Square groupers! Square groupers!" He said

"What?" I spun.

"Go" Kie said

"It's the guys who robbed your house" JJ said, as we ran to duck behind the tomb.

"Lights!" I hissed, flipping off my flashlight. My chest tightened as footsteps crunched closer. I could feel my pulse hammering.

"Turn your light off, man!" Pope whispered harshly.

"John B? Your light!" Kie added.

"I see something!" One of the men shouted.

"Do you think it's them?" I whispered.

"Homie's got a gun" JJ said, and that was it for me.

"Screw this." I bolted.

"Hurry up!" JJ yelled, as everyone followed me.

"Go!" I yelled back, adrenaline taking over as I heard the golf cart engine roar to life behind us.

We all jumped the fence.
"Guys! Guys! Guys, I'm stuck" Pope shouted.

We turned- his pants were snagged on the iron gate.

"Pope, come on!" JJ groaned.

"All right, guys" John B said, looking around for something to help.

"I got you" Kie said, grabbing popes arm.

"No. Pope don't move okay?" JJ said

"You're gonna rip me- Wait- You're gonna rip me!" Pope yelled.

"You're fine. Come on!" Kiara yelled.

"Pope, come on!" I yelled. My nerves were shot, half terrified, half laughing because of how ridiculous it all was.

Kie yanked him hard enough that his pants tore.

"Nice! Come on, dude. It's a little Tootsie Roll"
JJ teased, and somehow, even with guns behind us, that made me laugh.

"Get in, stupids!" I shouted, throwing open the van door.









Later, we sat huddled together, still catching our breath. JJ was munching on a sandwich that looked like it had been dead longer than the people at the cemetery.

"That bread had mold on it three days ago"
John B said.

"I'll just pull off the bad parts. Plus, mold is good for you. It's just a natural organism." JJ argued.

"JJ, come on!" I said, shaking my head.

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