To far
When did it go to far? Out of control? It was just child rivalry but now it was just insane. Two years ago seemed so pure to Carl Foutley. In fourth grade he and his sidekick, Hoodsey Bishop, worry not of how there day was but simple pranks and schemes. They took pride in annoying people and getting a few detentions. Though today was different Carl and hoods were around the age twelve, both known as complete unbelievable trouble makers. Frogs in soup seemed positively deadly rather then cute and rude in elementary. Things change. Carl was the one mostly punished but when he was they made sure it was to the full maximum. He hadn't had free time in over a year and a half. Most of his time was spent doing community service and detention. The one thing that changed for the worse was his old rival Blake II Gripling.
No, his schemes never really worked out and the eye ball still belonged Carl's 'dirty fingers'. He was ten by now and sufficiently quite. Carl had guessed that due to his lack of speech he might have garments of plans. Most of his pranks weren't so diabolical and not very noticeable. He'd steal books, homework, and any thing else Carl needed for a necessity. When he did speak to Carl, rarely, his speech was laced with stutters and his face hide behind heaps of blush. Sure Carl and Gripling fought here and there but much had changed.
Hoods and Carl sat in the dog house, hood with his worn out, faded purple coat. Carl with a fluorescent orange community vest. He managed to slip past his principle and fellow students to the dog house with his old friend. Much never happened in this small monster-less infested town. Hoods retreated his hand into the safely of his front pocket pulling out a pink and green taffy. Carl watched in amazement as he ate one after another life a vacuum. Hoods had managed to stay the same in waist in all. No surprise there with his love of sweets. Carl watched one by one, swallowed almost whole.
"Where did you get all that candy anyways?" Carl decided to break the silence and hoods destructive eating. Hoodsey pulled out another, undoing the chalky white paper.
"What? Oh yeah, I got it from the candy shop owner. He was giving out loads to kids walking home today." Hoods stuffed another in his mouth, chewing roughly. After around five pieces later, hood pulled out a slim green taffy with a spider painted on the front. Carl snatched the piece from hoods sticky fingers, studying the label more carefully. Hoodsey whined pulling out another pityingly. Carl took notice that the spider was the exact shape of his own design. He had it dyed into all his shirts. Carefully unwrapping it he smelt the green stickiness. It smelled of oranges and strawberry milkshakes. He expected green maybe red apple but strawberries and oranges? What kind of candy has a spiders on it and had his exact shade of favorite color.
"Now, that I think about it hoods are you talking about Mr. Jenkins? The man who hates children and owns the candy shop?" Irony he knew but this all didn't seem right. Hoods hummed in agreement and smacked on more candy. "Then why was he giving out candy to everyone?"
"He didn't really give out candy to everyone but he stopped my while I was walking and gave me a load of this treasure." Carl thought that this seemed all to suspicious for it to be fate. Pushing the green candy past his lips he thought of the flavor instantly. It felt as if someone had crammed every fruit flavor into the small package. Apple, banana's, cherries, grapes, AND MORE! Ignoring the strange texture he chewed happily. After finishing the delicious substance he took notice to hoodsey stuffing all the papers into his coat.
"Hey Carl, my moms gonna be home anytime soon so I better head home." Hoods mumbled slipping out the small doggy door. Carl tried hard to protest but a sudden sleepiness rushed over him. When was the last time he slept? And why couldn't he move. He felt his head drop and his eyes fall upon a spider print on a crinkly wrapper.