The Tragedy of Freddy Walton

Chapter 4: The Weekend

November 27, 20-

I've been afraid of this day since that day we were assigned the project, and now it's here: Saturday. With everything that had been happening recently I've been worried that there's no good to be found going into it, but after yesterday that all seemed different. Now that I have that "date" with Tori, this day now has a new sense of purpose. I must find it in myself to believe that everything will work out. If I could get passed our group project in time and in a good mood, the rest of the day can be absolutely amazing. But for now, I have to get ready to go to Freddy's house. I was planning to bring my camera to film it all, but Moe said he had a good one for me to use, and I decided to take upon his offer. We have to be there at 12, and I gotta leave at 4:30 if Tori and I are going to make it on time. At this point there isn't much else I can do other than just live the rest of this day out now. 

I got dropped off at Fred's house, and when I got there I saw how beautiful it was. It was a creamy tan, with hedges perfectly square and lively with various flowers. The lawn of soft velvet green, and a tree of a gargantuan structure. I might be exaggerating, but compared to most houses in Fountain Valley it was worthy of such a description. I walk up the brick pathway, up the black tile porch, and up to the bright red door. I give it three knocks and wait for a bit. The click of the lock sounded, and the door opened to present Freddy. He wasn't wearing his glasses like he usually does at school, but somehow he still looked like a normal Freddy Walton. I greeted him kindly, then I asked the question, "Am I too early?" because no one else was here yet.

"No, but you are the first one here. It's okay though, you can come on in now if you want." Freddy smiled after saying that.

The inside seemed to match the beauty of the outside. The walls were perfectly painted of light brown, the furniture and other decorations appeared to be so elegant yet probably too pricey for most, and I almost wondered if his parents were rich. It seemed like a ridiculous thought, but almost as if Fred was reading my mind, he put things into perspective.

"And before you ask, no we're not rich, but our grandparents are. They helped us out when we were moving here. They donated their old furniture and helped us find the right people to refurbish the house. They sure are nice folks." He glanced a subtle but genuine smile.

"Okay, that's good to hear." Just as I'm saying that someone was knocking. I assumed it was Moe. The reassuring voice from the other side confirmed that. He stepped in, carrying his "camping equipment" on his shoulders. With his backpack full of limitless recording equipment, he pulled out a professional grade hand-held camera. I knew he texted me earlier to inform me that he would bring a camera for me, but he had some fancy one I had no idea how to work.

"It's my dad's special camera. He said I could borrow it to film this project. Normally I would just use a standard pocket size camera." I wish he brought that one instead.

"Well, it's nice and all, but uh, I don't know how to work cameras like that."

"I'll help you out, it's okay." Valeria walked in as he was talking because Moe left the door open.

"Hi everyone!" She shined an almost unbelievable smile.

It hit me at that moment...Freddy. I look quickly to see his reaction to her presence. He was frozen. He knew we were adding a girl to our group but he didn't know it was her, and Moe was clueless about it all. I should've told Fred because he was giving off vibes of genuine fear, but I didn't want him to know I was stalking him. Moe began to talk.

"Hey, b-Valeria. You came just in time," I just noticed her bag full of costumes, "glad to see you brought your stuff." He said.

"Sure did." She grabbed out a mask that was sticking out of it. Placing it on her face, it gave her a whole other dimension in her outer image. The mask completely gave her a new look none of us had seen before. Her hair magically highlighted and morphed into a thick black, her eyes gleaming brightly and glowing of a dark brown, and a smile emphasized by red glossy lipstick. This mask scared me honestly. She really didn't look like the same person with it. The weird thing too was that it was one of those masks with the poles that you hold with, one of a light tan color, a mask that seemed so simple in look but when put to use, appeared so complex in design. It was just creepy all around.