Killing Time Trapped In a Store

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

Killing Time Trapped In a Store

After several hours playing soccer, we finish the game.

"And he makes it" Juliet shouts as Louis kicks the ball into the goal "Victory is ours!"

Louis, Juliet, and I have won the soccer game. Our team 3 the other team 1. (soccer scores are low, right?) We laugh as we walk off the field towords the the main Henrietta Clinic building. We get inside and thank Harriet as we leave. We pile into Juliet's mom's Jeep Cherokee.

"So where do all of you want to go?" Harry asks "It's only three in the afternoon. We still have a lot of time before we should be back for dinner"

"Oh!" Juliet says "How about we walk around down town"

"Sure," Liam says "that sounds like it would be fun"

Louis starts the ar and pulls out of the Henrietta Sports Clinic parking lot. He drives down several streets, asking for directions from Juliet and I frequently, before we finally arrive downtown. We get out of the car and start to walk around.

"Oh look at that," Harry chuckles "It's a store called Little London"

"Yeah. . ." Juliet says "You don't want to go in there"

"Why not?" Harry asks

"Wilt Kensington"

"Who's he?"

"He's a registered sex offender, and he's a predator" Juliet tells Harry "and he's tried to hit on me, Miles, Terra, Alexa, Tommy, Robert and Cassidy"

"Oh. . ." Harry trails off "Lets not go in that store"

"Yeah that's a good idea"

(dark comedy burst! yay! are you uncomfortable, you should be!)

We continue walkiing down the street. Little by little people along the street start to take notice of us, and start forming some sort of a crowd or mob "gathering" I start to feel a bit uneasy about this many people following us around. They start to get loud and start to sound like the kids at a pepper rally at school.

"Hey, y'all, should we be worried?" I ask

"No," Liam says "but we should probably try and head into a store that we can hide out in, until they all dissapate"

We start to veer towords a store, that I've never been in. It looks unnoticable, but I figure they'll see us no matter what store we go in. When we get in and the door closes, the crowd starts packing around the windows. They start screaming in joy, and banging on the store's front windows.

"What is the meaning of this?!" A man behind the store's counter demands

"Well. . ." Niall mumbles

We explain to the store owner, and he agrees to let us hide out in his store until the crowd dissapates. I'm a bit creeped out that thease "fans" are willling to put their so called idols in complete bordom for so long while they cheer at them. Screaming: "I love you" and what not.

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