Monorail Thieves

Chapter 4-----Aaron/Carmine/Morgan

The next day, Carmine didn't go back to school. He figured that if he was going to be hunted down, he might as well lead them on a wild goose chase. He rummaged through his closet and found a rolling suitcase, a brief case, and 3 old backpacks. He stuffed all his clothes in (he didn't own many), his toothbrush, an alarm clock, a meat knife and meat pounder, his music, charger, cell phone, and guitar. He ran out of his room and down the staris to Mrs.Yokovich's room, he scribbled a quick note on a sticky note and left it on her...wall, since there was no more door. He only wrote his last name as to not be known if it was seen:

----Dear Mrs.Y,

I had to run out for a long time, I may never be back. I left the key on your table and be sure to rent the room, I don't need it anymore. Maybe we'll meet in a better life in a better place. Well, I love you Mrs.Yokovich with all my heart, please keep safe.

Love,

Siciliano

----

It was very hard for Carmine to write this note, he was leaving everything behind. His livlihood, his legacy, his home, the place where he once belonged. Gone. He only had one place to go. Aaron's house.

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Aaron lay on his bed, practically passed out. He researched his dreaming on a doctors site and then went to the doctors who gave him a sleep medication, it was like having someone smother you with pillows and warm milk...it made him loopy and tired. While he was lying there he tought more of his dream, the black room, the staircase, the room with the man and child, it made no sense.

He had also skipped school today because of the kind of shock he was in. He didn't want to see anyone or do anything today. The doorbell rang. Aaron grabbed a pillow, shoved his face in it and screamed with all his might. The doorbell rang again, this time more frequent and faster. Aaron rolled off his bed and walked woozily down the stairs, having to catch himsel on the railing. He stumbled and fell face first into the glass door.

Whie his face was smoshed against the door he saw Carmine looking at him in shock and then start laughing histerically at him. Carmine opened the door and caught his woozy friend as he fell towards the stairs of the town house. Carmine hauled him up and sat him on a couch in the living room.

"Dude!" Carmine exclaimed, then started laughing," did you hit something hard?!"

"No," Aaron glared at Carmine, allthough it's hard to glare while your eyes are half closed," I'm having sleep issues and had to take some medicine that made me start acting like a stoner after a hard dose...yawn..".

Carmine halled his friend up again and marched him up to his bedroom. He sat him down on the bad and watched him fall over.

"So," Aaron asked," why are you here with suitcases and backpacks? You're not moving in here I hope you know.". Carmine looked at his feet.

"Oh, gosh, you want to stay here don't you," Aaron sighed," Well, my parents just left this morning for a five day business trip, so I guess you can stay, but when five days come, leave for half a day and then come back and ask to stay instead of just showing up."

"Thanks man," Carmine said," this is why we're friends."

"This is what friends are for, aren't they?"

They both started laughing.

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Morgan was lonely at school that day, her two only friends were out today. They're probably out at Coney Island or something without me, she thought bitterly, typical male.