Maybe Not That Bad

Chapter 6

Rose POV

The first thing I did was call Lissa. She, like the outstanding person she was, picked up in less than two seconds. At first, I barely understood what she was ranting about, until she paused to breathe and I took my chance to speak.

"Meet me by the abandoned warehouses, in one hour. It's important."

At that, Vasilisa grew serious and simply agreed with my request.

I spend a half hour going over everything, every single aspect of my idea, hoping Liss would go along with it. It was a long shot but it was worth it. When I was done, I went to meet my best friend.

The abandoned warehouses were located on the outskirts of New Oaks. Very few people knew about it, and those that did tend to stay away due to the reports of ghosts and unusual ocorrences near the empty buildings. These 'unusual ocorrences' consisted of objects moving on their own, screams echoing through the brick walls and footsteps. If you haven't guessed by now, all of this was planned and orchestrated by yours truly. With the assistance of a very excited and gigly Lissa.

We tried our best to keep people away. We wanted a place that was special, a place that was just ours. And the warehouses were that place.

For years now, me and Lissa (and eventually Ambrose too) had been meeting and hanging out there , far from other people, just us. It felt nice to have something, a place, that belonged only to us.

Living closer to the place in question, I was the first one to arrive, followed by Liss shortly after.

I had spent the last hour planning exactly what to say to convince my best friend to commit minor crimes.

Just another day in your normal teenager life, right?

"Rose? Are you here?" I heard her call.

This place had at least six buildings but the one where we were now was our Headquarters so to speak.

"Up here."

I could hear her soft footsteps climbing the stairs.

This building wasn't chosen randomly. Unlike the other five, the building in question possessed only two floors and the rooftop. It granted us a strategic view from the area around every building. In short, if someone decided to come here or something, we could see it from the second floor. The first floor was pretty much like you imagine an abandoned warehouse would be. No light, no doors, windows without glass. Trash littered the ground right alongside glass and leaves. There was broken furniture lying around and the stairs, in the far left corner, were missing a handrail. For the sake of appearances, we didn't do much to change the decor, although we did sometimes pick up the trash. What can I say? We care about the environment.

Moving on, the second floor wasn't very different than the first, a little bit cleaner, a few windows and doors intact, a couple furniture pieces still standing. It had five rooms total. A kind of living room if you will, right next to the staircase, from where we had a privileged view, an old but surprisingly big bathroom, two empty rooms and last but certainly not least, our room.

The space was a tiny bit hidden so say, if someone came in , they wouldn't spot it right away. Or maybe they wouldn't spot it at all. The door stood behind an old curtain. The three of us had the idea of reinforcing security a little and ended up buying door locks and padlocks to make sure no one other than us could come in.