The Red String Of Fate

Alana's Fate

I drove as Alana stood up and plugged her phone to the stereo. She clicked a few things and a playlist started playing.

"What playlist is it this week, Alana?" Darline asked.

"Electric Indie," she replied, finding her way back to her seat next to Mason.

I turn up the volume and roll the windows down. Darline had her hair in her face while Alana stuck one of her arms out. Mason was sitting on the window and holding on the top of my mini-van. I could hear Mason shouting out to the wind. 

"You're going to get yourself killed!" I heard Evan shout.

Mason shouted back, "I may die young but I'll die having fun!"

Alana started to work her way out of the window and sat on it. She held on with one hand and stuck out the other.

"Not you too, Alana!" Evan shouted.

"Oh shut it, Evan!" Alana yelled back.

We, luckily, didn't pass any cops or else we would have been in so much trouble. We made it to our favorite place: The Park. It was the woods. Inside these woods was a broken down playground. The path was worn but we tried to clean it up. It was fall time so we had a lot of cleaning up to do.

I unplugged Alana's Ipod and hopped out of the car. We all had our bookbags. I went to the trunk and got the speakers, picini basket, 5 blankets, a cooler with different kinds of sodas and drinks, and the brooms.

I handed Alana her Ipod and gave her a broom. Before we even got to The Park, we had to clear the path. I handed everyone a broom. We got to work. 

Not five minutes after we start, I had the odd feeling that someone else was watching.

"Hey guys," I said. "Call me crazy, but I think someone else is here."

Everyone stopped brooming. We listen for any other movement. After a solid ten minutes, we start to broom again.

Sun set as we finished. I put the brooms away and started to walk on the clean path. The trees branches seemed to envope us into this dome of mystery. I look down on the path as I trail behind. Mason was leading with Evan right behind her. Alfie was walking next to Darline. Alana and I were walking together. Alana had her camera with her and started to snap photographs of the trees. 

"I heard about Darline and her boyfriend," Alana said quietly as she snaps a photo.

"Yeah. Kinda sucks, you know. She didn't do anything wrong, you know," I said now looking up.

"I heard it was going on for weeks and he was only waiting for the best time to break-up with her."

"That sucks."

"Life sucks."

"Yeah."

I never heard Alana say anything negative about life. She had the perfect life: she had a good family and a younger sister and had been quite popular. Getting boyfriends was no problem for her. She also ran famous blogs and could bake. She had quite the skill with drawing and photography. Her grades were good. She was invited to a lot of parties. I could never find a flaw in Alana's life.

Then again, I never saw her; I only saw a portion of her life not the whole thing. She could be breaking at the steams for all I knew.

Alana fixes her burgundy beanie and continues to snap photos. I start to jog to catch with the others. Alana follows.

We finally made it to The Park. There was this table (it was in great condition when we found it) that we used to do whatever we needed to do. We called it The Center. I place the items on The Center. We had to use these sparsely since we would usually be here a while.