Hi, this is my first Stand By Me fan fiction. Hope you like it! (This is not a Mary Sue... I don't think.) This takes place in 1960, 1 year after the Ray Brower incident. This is the prologue to the story. I'll be uploading this along with the first chapter.
I sighed and watched the ball bounce across the street, eventually stopping on the sidewalk on the other side. There was now a 30-foot distance between me and the ball. I did not want to get up and get it. Not while I was relaxing on the porch. My eyelids drooped slightly and I readjusted my body into a more comfortable position. What the… NO! I have to get the ball! I groaned and stood, swaying on the spot, and eventually staggered across the street to get the ball. Summertime is supposed to be full of lazy days! Making it onto the pavement, I tripped over myself while grabbing the ball. Suddenly there was a noise. I stopped.
It came again. A yell.
"Get the hell out! Get out!" A door opened in the house next to me. A boy was thrown out.
I watched, horror-stricken as he moved slightly, then went unconscious. Staring at his lifeless body in horror, I could only think two things:
1. Run!
2. RUN!!!
I ran away as soon as the command(s) made sense.
Please review!