The Day Death Died

The Day Death Died - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I had a problem when I would drive. I like to go fast. It didn't help that my parents let me pick out my car. They thought that my Mitsubishi Eclipse Cross would help me curb the lead foot; however, it didn't. I  pushed the speedometer up past 70 as we sped away from the high school.

"Girl, you are going to get another speeding ticket."

"Probably, but I was not meant to go slow," I laughed.

Emily turned the music up and we sang all the way to the mall. Once there we went right to our favorite coffee place, Java the Hut, for our standard lattes before we did our party shopping. We went up and down the aisles grabbing everything silver, black, and gold. Emily grabbed tulle, stars, and a red carpet. 

"A Night Under the Stars is not complete without a red carpet."

"Of course not!"

"What about stuff to eat off of?"

"Oh, yeah. I guess little plates for cookies right? And stuff for the drinks?"

"What about the balloons? They'll be deflated by Saturday," Emily pouted.

"Duh, we're getting a helium tank. We'll just have to have the entire homecoming committee blow them up."

"Are we decorating the field tomorrow for the introduction of the homecoming court?" she questioned staring at a giant punch bowl.

"No. We're just wearing our gowns, the guys will wear their tuxes or football uniforms and that's it. They introduce us and they'll announce the king and queen Saturday at the dance."

"The vote is tomorrow though, right?"

"Yeah."

We turned down another aisle and I caught the glimpse of someone very tall in all black turn the corner.

"Did you see that?" I asked.

"What?" 

"Someone wearing a Halloween costume," I mumbled.

"It's a bit early for that, isn't it?" Emily questioned.

"Yeah."

At the end of the aisle, we turned the same direction as the darkly shrouded person. I watched as they hurried around the corner again.

"You saw that right?"

Emily shook her head. 

"Maybe I'm seeing things."

"Probably. So let's forget that and go get food. I'm starving."

I nodded. "I actually am too. Food court?"

"Absolutely!"

We carried the dozen or so bags with us to the food court. The small restaurants weren't that busy in the middle of the day on a Thursday. A few older ladies were power walking in their matching sweatsuits, a few moms with their kids in strollers sat around tables seemingly enjoying a coffee or sandwich. Emily headed right for the little Chinese restaurant and ordered her basic orange chicken and fried rice. 

"What are you getting?" she asked, her mouth full of the sampler of whatever chicken was on a stick today.

"Uhm, I'm not sure. I think I'm gonna just walk around until something really gets my attention."

"Bet you end up getting a gyro and cheese fries again."

"I will not."

"Uh-huh. I'll meet you in the middle."