The alarm rang and I quickly shut it off. I grabbed my phone, my dagger, towel, extra shorts, and a satchel to carry it.
The school was pitch dark, but I got used to it.
I was pretty sure the others have left so I didn't look for them.
Sssssssss...
I heard, what seemed to be a snake.
I got to the end of the hall and peered into the cafeteria.
I saw 2 women, with purple beams shooting out of their eye sockets.
Guards. I jogged to the exit and quietly opened and closed the door.
I ran to the tree line, and saw them.
"Okay. Let's go."
Rag lit the way as we went.
It took us 15 minutes to get there, and the spring wasn't really a...spring.
When I think of a spring, I think of about a kiddy pool.
Nope. This is the size of a pond, underneath a huge willow tree with purple glowing willows.
Fireflies flew around, making patterns on the steamy water.
Rag lit some tiki torches and climbed a diving rock.
So this is a really deep heated pond. Nice.
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Gray Days
General FictionA young boy is a fugitive always on the run from the police. Then one day, just like every other cliché, his life changes, in the best but darkest way possible.
