Heavy Metal High School

Chapter 9

I followed Tate home that day, luckily his car was out of commission so he had to ride the bus. I rode it too.

It was about 6:30 and the sun was almost down, there were 3 people left on the bus and we were in the middle of no where. I got low in my seat and pulled my black hoodie over my head so he didn't see me.

The bus stopped by a long gravel drive surrounded by woods and a creek. There were toilets, old shattered tv's, broken furniture, and just trash laying everywhere. Tate got off.

I waited a minute and followed him off, ducking behind trees and old metal barrels to avoid being spotted. I followed him for about half a mile to a clearing in the woods.

For a guy that drives an antique hotrod and wears all the latest fashion, this isn't at all what I expected.

A trailer park with trash everywhere, cars on concrete blocks, drunks and druggies hobbling around looking for the next sip or fix. One of the trailers had been tipped on its side and had door sized hole cut into what used to be the bottom and was now the entry way.

I had lost Tate in the shock of seeing how he lived, then I spotted his car. Sat up on blocks with no wheels, windows all shattered out, and the hood open with bits a pieces of engine missing. It was in the shanty car port next to the fallen trailer

I crept over to the car port and climbed up, onto the now top of the trailer where the old windows were.

I heard the sound of a shotgun chamber closing.

"Whadt-wha- what ya doin all tha way up ere." A completely plastered man said aiming a shotgun no where near me.

I threw him my Spider-Man wallet which had $7 and a almost complete punch card for free tokens at the arcade, and put my finger next to my lips in a "shush" fashion.

He hobbled away.

I peered through one of the windows, that's when I saw Peter.

Peter was sitting across from Tate at a table, noticeably shaken. His hand was wrapped up and blood had stained the bandage.

He was in distress.

I had to save him.