Goth Boy (on hold?)

Let it Rock

Coal suddenly felt stupid. The sound of his voice had echoed off the hills, surprising him. It was a stupid chorus, one he had created about a year ago, when he was stuck in a cast for six weeks.

All of a sudden Jose was jumping up and grabbing ahold of Coals head.

"No way, this is awesome! Tonight we are gonna rock out!" The Older boy smiled a devilish grin letting Coal go.

"Wait what do you mean rock out?"

"Practice?" Jose said it like a question, but instead of pondering on it he shrugged it to the back of his head.

By the time the two boys finished the job the sun had been swallowed by clouds. Those clouds now poured down drenching them and the grey mare who seemed less then pleased that she was not only stuck in the rain, but also had to carry both the boys.

Coal sat on the back of Chastity, an Arabian Quarter mix, with nothing but pure fear pounding in his chest. Frozen from the ride, Coal preyed that the small adobe in front of them was their destination.

Jose laughed and jumped off the horse, and the. Coal followed, more clumsily, landing on the ground with a harsh thump.

"The garage door around the side should be opened. The other members should be there. I need to put her up, just tell them I sent you."