Chapter 3:
I woke up the next morning to more room on the couch than the previous night. Confused, I get off the couch and land on something hard and lumpy.
“AGHH!!”
“Woah!” I get off his face. “Why are you on the floor?
“You pushed me off remember?” Pete said, rubbing his nose.
“No! I’m sorry! Are you okay?” I help him up.
“Ah, just a broken nose, no biggie.” He blinked hard a few times.
“Why did you stay on the floor?” I ask, still puzzled.
“I figured you needed more room.” he patted the couch.
I frowned. “Is that a fat joke or something?”
“No, but I didn’t expect you to break my face.
We both walked down to the kitchen and sat down. Jake came down the stairs and looked at us with a surprised look on his face.
“Saw you guys sleeping together on the couch last night! I’m gonna be an uncle!” he laughed. I blushed out of embarrassment.
“Very funny!” Pete said. “I had nowhere to sleep last night so your sis said I could crash here.”
“On her lap?” he remarked sarcastically.
“ANYWAYS,” I quickly save, “I’m going to be gone for a few days and Jordis is going to stay here. You know him from school right?”
“Yeah okay,” he says. “I’m going to be late for school. Have fun on your trip!” he gives me a hug and leaves.
We sit there silently for a while until I hear Pete’s stomach growl. “Make me food.” He demands. I glare at him furiously. “Please…” he adds weakly.
I put a couple of Pop Tarts in the toaster and got all of our stuff together. We walked to Cam’s house since he’s the only one of us who is old enough to drive. The only reason we are in the same grade is because when Cam went to juvy, he missed his whole eighth grade year when I only missed half of my seventh, so I was able to catch up on my work. He got held back. I know it sounds wrong to only be in juvy for one year for murdering a kid, but it was considered an act of self-defense. Heck! I don’t even know why he was in there at all.
When we got there, I handed Zoe my routes for her to “proof read”. “Lovely.” she grumbles.
“Where’s the Hair Glu Piper?” Jax asks as if he were a child on Christmas Eve, waiting for Santa. “WHERE IS IT?” he takes the bag of Hair Glu and giggles like a maniac.
“Well, it looks like we should be going.” says Cam. “What part of Cleveland do you want to go to?” he asks.
“The ghetto of course!” exclaimed Jax with a crazed smile across his face. Cam looked at me and I just shrugged. “The ghetto it is! Let’s hope we don’t get shot or beaten to death with a club.” says Cam. We get in the car and ride northeast for about a half hour.
“Welp, here we are. The ghetto.” Pete tilts his head back and loudly sniffs the beautiful smelling air of Cleveland.
Zoe looks around. “What are we supposed to do Piper? Look in a trash can?”
“Well by the name I think it’s an island.” I guess.
“Wait, I don’t know if you realized this, but all of the places you picked are near some sort of coast. So maybe that’s a start?” says Cam hopefully.
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Dream Hunters
HumorHave you ever had a dream that you can never get out of your head? Thats still bugs you to this day? Everyone has one. But in this situation, 15 year old Piper and her friends Pete, Cam, Jax, and Zoe go and hunt it down...
