🌼Imagine one of your junior high classmates has gone missing for 3 days. But you, and your buddies, know exactly where to find the body. Join Annie Belcastro, Gordie Lachance, Chris Chambers, Teddy Duchamp, and Vern Tessio, as they set out to find...
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I ran like hell, faster than I've ever ran for any casual baseball game back in town.
HELLO! My metaphorical balls were at stake!
This time, I felt like I was running for my life. Teddy ran right beside me as I heard Chopper gaining on us in the dust, along with his barking and snarling.
I hit the fence head on, my hands going lightning fast as they curled into each of the diamonds, my feet slowly lodging in the ledges and helping me land, making another thud and a small cloud of dust. Suddenly, no more fear of heights.
I nearly landed on Gordie in the rush, squishing his jimmies in the process if I had hit him right.
Chopper nipped and snapped at my heels- I could feel his teeth graze a couple times through my Converse.
"That was close." Chris said, patting me on the back as I brushed the dust off of my already browned t-shirt.
"Yeah." I tried to catch my breath. "I know."
Teddy shoved his butt up against the fence and started taunting chopper, telling him to bite shit and what not, before Milo came heaving up to the fence with some bad B.O.
"You! Stop messing with my dog, you hoodlum!" Milo panted, showing off his bad front teeth.
"It's not our fault that you trained your dog to hurt a bunch of kids." I said a little too loudly. Damnit. Can I not just hold back for once?
"What-" Milo breathed. "What did you say?"
My head snapped up as I looked at him. He was not really supposed to hear that.
I stepped back a little. I had a shocked look on my face. "Nothing."
Milo squinted as his fingers got tighter in the fence. "Don't try to hide it from me young lady. I know exactly who you are."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I know that you're one of those Belcastros. I've heard about your family....they don't praise our Lord above and they got too much money for their own good."
That, of course, pissed me off. I felt Chris's hand touch my shoulder, and when he did so, I breathed in deeply. My parents are Catholics, they just don't go to church that often.... And my parents are middle class. They make enough money, but we're not rich. Maybe for the town's standards, but middle class by actual income for sure...
Milo didn't have the right to say bad things about my family, at all. Though I appreciate him at least saying it to my face unlike all the other kids. Especially things that weren't even true.
