Trouble in Tiltown

Mischief

My best friend, Jerrick, sat ahead of me and I watched him snicker. My dark eyebrows furrowed together with confusion. He then sat back in his chair to reveal the reason to his nerdy laughter. He was giving Elouise a trim with a pair of scissors. My baby blues nearly bugged out of my face in shock. I threw my hand across my neck as to tell him to stop, but he continued snorting.
"Mr. Nelson? Why is it that you find this time to laugh when I'm trying to teach?" Our history teacher interrupted the mischievous act. However, my best friend wasn't phased and kept the grin on his face.
The blonde-headed girl whipped her now, choppy hair around and glared at Jerrick.
"You did not just do that!" She barked. She breathed heavily as her anger fumed out of her nose.
"Detention, Jerrick." The history teacher spat at my best friend.
As he stood up, he pointed back to me, "He inspired the idea though so I think it'd be fair for both of us to have detention." I blinked, not even knowing how to respond but before I knew it, Jerrick and I were both walking down the dimly lit hallway.
"I can't believe you!" I whispered, nudging him in the waist. He cackled to himself as his laugh echoed throughout the empty halls.
"Did you or did you not tell me to do it?"
I rolled my eyes, Knowing he was right and I was defeated.

We had five more minutes until we could get out of detention. I watched the snow gently fall from the branches and then hit the ground. I sighed heavily to myself, snow in February... When will the grass appear again? I took my eyes off the window to see what Jerrick was up to and saw him eyeing the clock on the wall. Tick, tick, tick. If I had a dollar for every time he dragged me into detention with his shenanigans, just for me to hear that dreadful ticking of the clock on the worn-out yellow walls that chipped away with every passing year, I'd be rich. He hummed our favorite country song to himself as the time ever so slowly went by. The teacher in the room stood up and grabbed her belongings with her, "Okay y'all, get out of here." She chuckled to herself as she walked out of the room and down the hall with the rest of us students following her out the door of the school.

I was suddenly nudged aggressively by Jerrick who wore excitement in his forest green eyes.
"What's the big deal?" I questioned him, suspicious of what he had up his sleeve this time.
He pouted playfully, "Come on man! We've been friends since kindergarten, you can't hate me yet!"
I snickered, "I don't hate you but really, what is it now? You want to have a mud fight? Go ghost hunting?" I offered a list.
"No, not quite. There's this place right outside of town and it's been abandoned since the 30's, we have to check it out!" He smiled.
As I contemplated the plan, I watched the excitement light up his eyes and snowflakes fall onto his blonde, curly hair.
"We would get into trouble." I shook my head as we continued on walking to my house.
"Tiltown is a farm town, ain't nobody care about what you do here." He assured me. "Please man, I'll drive."
"Okay, okay fine. But if my mother finds out about this, she's gonna kill me." I gave in finally.
"Okay Norman bates. I'll pick you up later!" He hollers as he runs off to the other side of town, where he lives.

I walk into my empty home as for my mother was still at work, baking away goodies for people. The screen door slammed shut behind me and as I took off my shoes and socks, My toes were met with the pleasant feel of the dark brown shagginess of the carpet. Allowing my backpack to slide off of my biceps and onto the floor, I grabbed my soccer ball from my bedroom and kicked it around for a while as I awaited for Jerrick's arrival. I looked at my bulletin board that hung by my door, filled with pictures of Jerrick and I. Some were of us posing as five year olds, others of when we were just ten. Now, We're seventeen. Our friendship is just as strong as it was when we first communicated, and there's nothing better.

I got bored quickly and went down the hallway and rang him up on the phone that sat on the wall.
"Dude, where are you?" I asked as I felt myself get impatient.
"I'm literally about to come over, I had to prepare." He quickly replied over the phone and hung up. It never does end with him, does it? I wondered. I grabbed a sandwich from the refrigerator and gobbled it up as I watched television in the living room, before I knew it, he was honking outside the house. I redressed myself and met him inside of the car.

I couldn't help but take notice that his older brother was sitting in the back with a backpack.
"What's all this?" I asked as he drove through the snow that swept his windshield gracefully.
"We always come prepared for adventures." Jerrick responds with a grin that held secrets. His brother kept his emerald green eyes on the snow as it fell onto the roof of the car. I channeled through the music stations and it landed on Bon Jovi. We all enjoyed the song quietly as Jerrick drove us.

Sooner or later, We pulled up to a tall and gray building.
"So are you gonna tell me where we are now?" I acquired for more information.
He responded as we all got out of the car, "This, my friend, is the old abandoned asylum of Tiltown." He deeply inhaled the scent of the winter air. His brother, James and I followed Jerrick into the building. He vaulted over the window as we copied.
"I swear if we get in trouble-
He huffed, "We ain't gonna get into no trouble." He replied as annoyance filled his tone. He spun his head around, looking up at the stairs. He pointed.
"Let's go upstairs." He announces before running up the stairs with us behind.
"You think this is a good idea, James?" I asked James who was walking fast to try to catch up with his younger brother.
He shrugged his shoulders, "It's certainly an idea." Not reassuring. He walked into the room where Jerrick led us to, which just so happened to be a room with a chair in the middle of it.
"What is this exactly?" I asked as Jerrick plopped down in it.
"This is electroshock therapy." He answered, strapping the worn out leather straps around his wrists.
James shook his head, "That's a bit twisted." James held disapproval on his face as his younger brother joked around like a child. Suddenly, a loud thump came from downstairs.