It was late August. I just moved to South Park Colorado with my parents and they decided to kick me out after putting all my stuff in the attic where my new bedroom would be.
I grabbed my phone and camera before my parents dragged me out of the house.
I wandered around town aimlessly for about an hour before winding up at Starks Pond. I sat down on a bench pulling my legs up so I was sitting cross legged. I pull my camera out of my pocket, turning it on and flipping through the pictures on it. I finally stop when I reach a picture of me in between two people. One is a boy that looks a lot like me the other is a pale blond with bright green eyes. We were balancing on a tree that had been recently cut down. I smiled as a tear fell down my face. It's sad that I may never see these two people again.
I clicked to the next picture. It was the blond girl, I had taken the picture years ago. It was winter and she was standing on a fallen tree looking over a creek. I had taken the picture when we went out to the woods together. On the day she left me, she made me promise to continue photography. I looked up seeing four boys talking. There was a brunette wearing a red and white letterman jacket, he was holding a football in his far hand. There was a black teen next to him wearing a purple t-shirt. Across from the brunette was a short boy with a poorly buttoned green shirt. He had a green thermos in his hand. His blond hair was all over the place reminding me of a lion's mane. Next to him was an extremely tall raven haired boy wearing a blue chullo with a yellow puffball on top. He was wearing a blue t-shirt. I lifted my camera to my eye, angling, and zooming in on the boys before I clicked the button and took the picture. I took more pictures of the pond, woods, and the boys as they played football. The blond was sitting Indian style near the pond, he was picking pieces of grass and weaving them together. I took a picture.
After a while he had a small loop. He put it around his wrist, holding his hand up in front of him admiring his work 'click' the lighting hit perfectly making his green eyes look like emeralds. I looked down flipping through the images, I had defiantly improved since I first started.
I looked up meeting the blonde's eyes. They widened when I smiled at him he quickly looked away saying something to the raven; he looked up at me, clear confusion in his blue eyes. The raven looked back down at the blond, a small smile on his face. The taller boy said something making the blond smile and nod. The raven turned to the boys playing catch saying something. I figured I should leave but I let my confusion win over my better judgement. The three boys all turned and started walking towards me.
As the boys get closer, I start to get more nervous. They are all much taller than me and all a lot more muscular. RUN! Finally my fear takes over and without thinking I jump over the back of the bench I'm sitting on, running away from the boys. I can hear them running not far behind me.
"Stop!" one of the boy's shouts to me. Yah right, like I'm going to do what any of you tell me. I turn left and left again into an alleyway. I quickly turn left, into a dead end shit, get out before they see you.
I turn around hoping to escape, only succeeding in seeing that the boys had sealed off my only escape. The blond was shockingly with the group. I backed up hitting the wall behind me, putting my arms up in defense.
"P-please go away." I can hear the fear in my voice. I hate when that happens. The blond isn't holding his thermos anymore, and that the grass bracelet is still on his thin wrist.
"W-we ack aren't g-g-going to hng hurt you. We j-just want to talk." The blond was twitching like crazy. I sighed deciding that I shouldn't argue.
"What do you want to know?" There was no enthusiasm in my voice. You need to get out… NOW! I move off the wall approaching the boys.
"We want to know who you are, why you're here, and what you were doing at Starks Pond." The raven says.
"Okay, that shouldn't be too hard to answer." I can see a gap between the blond and raven. I move quickly catching the boys off guard as I run between them. The raven catches himself first, shooting out his arm succeeding in catching my shirt. I'm flung back into alley.
All of the boys are glaring at me. You are a fucking idiot. I stood up shaking.
"Who are you?" The raven growled. I shuddered in fear.
"I-I…I'm…" I couldn't finish what I was saying. I fell to the ground hyperventilating.
"Tweek. What's wrong with her?" I could barely hear the brunette.
"She… she's having a hng panic attack or s-something." He replied quietly. Someone was suddenly right in front of me. I couldn't tell who though. He kneeled down wrapping me in a hug. "It's g-going to be okay" the boy said soothingly as he drew small circles on my back.
After a few minutes I was back to normal. I thanked Tweek for helping me before looking at the others.
"Bye guys." I smiled walking away. The raven grabbed my wrist.
"You still haven't answered my questions." I sighed realizing that I won't get out of here if I don't answer his questions.
"Fine. My name is Sam, I just moved here, and I was at the park because I like photography." I pull my hand back forcing the boy wearing the chullo to let me go. "Who are you?"
"Why were you taking pictures of us?" He was avoiding my question.
"I duno." I shrug. I really don't have a good answer. My phone suddenly goes off scaring me and the blond. I pull it out, answering it, forgetting to look at who it is. "Hi."
"Hi honey. You need to come home now. Your mom and I are going out tonight."
"We just got here. Why are you going out?"
"Your mother wants to go out, so we are."
"Okay. I'll be home soon." I hang up. I look at the boys smiling. "Welp, I have to go." I walk past the boys.
"W-wait. Meet us a-at the park tomorrow." Tweek says as I pass him. I nod at him, you aren't really going to see him. Get away and just avoid them. I do as the voice instructs and when I'm at a safe distance away I turn around.
"Y'know what I really don't want to see you again anytime soon." With that I turn around and jog off, ignoring their yells of protest. I turn around, jogging backwards giving the boys a two fingered salute, receiving a middle finger from the raven. I laugh and turn around speeding up.
I get home about fifteen minutes later. I run up to my room in the attic, sitting on my not yet made bed.
Not long after I fell into a dreamless sleep… but not before the voice said one last thing the blond still doesn't have his thermos.