"You're the reason I'm done with being a goonie."
After snapping at the horrible, immature teenage boy - Clarke Devereaux who's always been mean to her, Samantha finally reaches her boiling point and leaves the group of friends she's honoured and ch...
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The restaurant
"There's people in there." Data told me in which I replied with an 'oh' like sound.
"Yeah, like the really really scary people in horror movies." Chunk said, clearly worrying.
I rolled my eyes at his comment and laughed.
"Six and another forty is an even one hundred, right to the old restaurant. The rich stuff has gotta be there." Mikey grinned at all of us as he looked up from the map. Damn, I guess this thing really was legit.
"Wait," I paused. "So there's really buried treasure in there?" I asked in awe.
"Yeah! Well I think...." Mikey said confidently before trailing off. Wow, real convincing.
Chunk started to rapidly shake his head. "I don't know about it Mikey." He said in audible fear. "Hey, it's gettin' late and that's a summer place, what's it doin' open in the fall?"
"There's nothing to be scared of. See there's already customers inside." Data reassured him with a pat on his back.
"Yeah, yeah but what if their not customers, what if their drug dealers?" Chunk announced as his voice slowly raised in volume.
"Drug dealers? Shit man." Data hit Chunks head. "Did you see their clothes? Drug dealers wouldn't get caught in those polyester rags."
"Yeah, I'm with Data on that." I said in agreement. "Come on Chunk it won't be that bad."
We all stood up and started to pace towards the restaurant, as we got closer gun shots were heard which caused all of us to freeze.
Chunk instantly came running over out of breath and panicking. "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey that sounded like gunshots, not the big ones you hear in war movies but gunshots, real ones. They're trying to kill us!" He shouted as he rapidly jumped up and down and pulled on Mikey's arm.
"Shut up Chunk." I groaned as I continued to walk towards the restaurant.
"Yeah, shut up Chunk." Mikey continued with a hiss. "Look, just turn off your brain, alright? Somebody probably just dropped a pot."
"Yeah." Data followed in agreement.
"Yeah, they just dropped a pot." Mouth spoke for the first time, brushing off Chunk's statement as him and Data both walked together and counted their steps to the restaurant. "It's no big deal."
"Ah- ah- are you sure Mikey? Cause if your sure I'm sure, you know? They might pick up the pots and they might try to kill us. They're gonna kill us!" Chunk continued to whine and Mikey ran over to him to silence him before pulling him to the door of the restaurant where me, Data and Mouth were.
Chunk wandered off, clearly in distress, as I stepped up onto the rickety decking and walked up to one of the dusty windows. I wiped my arm across the thin glass and peered inside.
