They laughed the night away. And with every wheezing breath they took, a little bit of happiness was shared. With every wide, toothy smile, they gave others hope. They knew that. So they kept laughing. With every joke they cracked, and followed-up batches of laughter, they felt time fleeting like a minuscule, insignificant fish swimming downstream, as if the force of the crashing tides were not enough. The greenery around them bloomed. The finches twittered. The wind danced. The kids played. Life carried on being alive.
"Keep cackling like that and you just might choke on a fly," a wavering, yet certain voice barked.
The obnoxious laughter died down to snickers and chuckles. "Dude, your gramma is such a killjoy!" Mark was an only child. That shall explain it.
" Yeah, and what's with the leather jacket? Is she secretly a gang member?" Asked one of the kids who goes by the name 'Sam' though they all knew his name was Lisa.
"Eat a sock Margaret!" Yelled out Tim, the grandson of said " gang member". It was an inside joke. They enjoyed teasing him. They called him the most basic Mom-Friend names, ranging from Karen to Sally. Wide variety.
" You kids have no clue what it's like out there... the wilderness is no home to you."
" Remind us again why you bought her with you?", asked Tiffany-'Sam'.
" It's actually the other way around. She's the one who brought us here," said Jacob matter-of-factly.
" But what for?" Emily asked. She was the leader of this little pissy group of friends. She wasn't very happy about that either, but what can she do. These kids do as she wishes.
" Yeah, what for?" asked Emily's cousin, Rebecca. She didn't like being called that. Just Becca was fine. To her, everything Emily did was like a game of Simon Says, or Follow the Leader. Emily didn't like reBecca because she smelled like Inca's farts. Everyone agreed on that.
" Well, my mom said that you guys were supposed to come for a sleepover, but our house is cat-infested. So, my mom decided we should go camping with my gradma , right Grand Inca?" Tim asced
" Sure." Inca grunted.
Inca was suddenly out of breath. " is it finally time?" Asked Tim. Yeah, he was impolite like that. Let her die in pieces. But gradually, her skin started shifting colors. They thought by now that she might be dead. They did nothing to help. They just stood there and watched like vending machines.
Her skin turned white... like, super white. Like colonizers white. Like pilgrims white. Like land-stealing, women-raping, bigot-liking, immigrant-caging white. Timothy was a little worried now. What little hair she had on her hair was turning redder. Like Timothy's mom's period red. That's really fucking red.
" Should we do something?" Emily asked.
" I dunno if that's the best option here. I mean, the glass is neither half full nor half empty. We are completely powerless here. Any wrong move and we might cill her, if that hadnt happen yet." Said Jacob, the fucking smartass. They agreed with him.
" poke her with a stick!" Yelled dartha. Wait, who's dartha... whatever.
"No, that might disturb her." Said someone or the other.
G-ma was unconvinced now. She wasn't moving at all. She might be taking a short nap.
When suddenly , she turns around. Her eyes were empty. Like, the fucking brown or black circle things in her eyes weren't there. All that was left was a sea of white. White like-
Oh shit, she stuck her fangs into Timothy.
Timothy's mom will hear about this.
Oh no, he's bleeding. Take them both to the hospital you dumb fucks. Standing around like pigeons.
" The narrator is right"
" too late Sam said
The kids left Inca and Tim in the park- one a vampire, and one bleeding to death- and rode in the minivan.
Justin sat in the driver's seat and Darcy sat in the passenger seat." Ah shidd, I avent eaaen yea, leas go grab somodat frozen falavored lactose you guys love to consume. I miigha as wel jus shiddd mi panas while I'm aaa ia!"
Screamed Inca stokinh her he'd from wendo.
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