"Come on Hunter!" I call from the garage
"Ok!" He exclaims walking into the garage.
"You got the spray paint?"
"Yellow or brown?"
"Yellow. It's brighter, less dull."
"Alright."
"Come on, grab your bike and let's go," I grab my skateboard and backpack and we head down to the library where we agreed to meet, which is right across from the abandoned school building."Finally!" Hayley scolds me
"Sorry, he kept holding me up," I say back, pointing to Hunter. He rolls his eyes.
"Come on, let's get going. I'm tired of standing in mud," Reagan says hopping onto her bike and starts riding off towards the school. The rest of the group does the same and follows after her.We all put our rides at the front entrance, at least from what we can tell. I leave my skateboard at the top of the stairs that lead to the door. We all head in and make way through the graffiti school walls. Soon, we end up in a room with a tv and old couch.
"Hey, Hunter, hand me the spray paint, will you?"He rummages through his bag and pulls out the yellow spray paint we brought. I spray "NHMS" over the old tv screen. (abbreviation for New Hampshire Middle School) Probably the lamest, but the only thing I can think of. I turn to the others looking at them. Dylan shrugs his shoulders and turns to enter another room. We walk into another hall there's three classrooms and two other doors that are side by side. Logan goes to open the right door and a fake skeleton and a pair of men's shoes crashes at his feet, it was only a storage closet.
"Gross!" Reagan says.
"I hope the skeleton isn't real," Hayley says while making a face.
"Awesome!" I say smiling.
Hunter goes and feels the skeleton, "Don't worry, it's fake."
"Fewf, that's a relief," Hayley says with a giggle.
YOU ARE READING
The Mysterious Underground
TerrorSix teenagers and one old abandoned middle school. What happens when the teens discover the rumors they hear are true?