Greased Out

Greased Out Chapter Twelve

"LOOK!" screamed Brookalyn. A huge train went flying by on nearly invisible tracks and a boy went flying off the top of it screaming he landed in grass five feet away from the tracks."We have to help him"Arica said. They ran over to him as fast as they could. He lay there bloody and groaning. "He's a pothead" whispered Darkus pointing to a bag of weed sticking out of his pocket. "Shut up"Arica hissed. "Are you ok?" Brookalyn ask him. "My legggggg" he moaned. "I'm going to go get the wagon we can lay him in it" Barrett said. They carefully lifted him into the wagon and rolled his bellbottom jeans up to expose a large gash in his leg. Arica poured water on it and wrapped it with an old scarf she had. "Um hello dude?Are you ok?"she ask him. "Yeah I think so" he replied. "I'm Frank. I'm seventeen". They introduced theirselves. "So um is that yours..?"Darkus ask pointing to the ground where the bag lay. "Naw man I don't do dope. Bethany,Jake and Sharon do. Poor kids runaways. Are hipppie's now. Live about a mile from here in a house they built themselves. I visit them alot but, I'm staying with my Uncle James. My ma and pa got ranover by a train. Freaking things piss me off"Frank said. "I'm sorry'Arica said. "Wait, did you just say Unlce James?Does he have a ranch? And oh my we knew a Bethany,Jake and Sharon. They used to live with us" Brookalyn said. "Yeah Uncle James has a ranch. He's a cowboy. And you know them kids? Weird kids they are all have dark brown hair"Frank replied. "Oh my goodness! We miss them so much! We thought they had died! We haven't seen them in two years! How old are they now?" Arica said. "Jake's eleven or twelve, Bethany's sixteen and Sharon's fourteen" replied Frank.