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On the Road Again
Chapter 29
If the Car is Rocking
Halloween night and we were out in full force. We had picked our target and Mr. Rockvale, the pain in the ass English teacher, was on the menu. This teacher had been making us all miserable with his homework and quizzes and his expectation that a bunch of 16 year olds were going to buckle down and actually learn something. What did the man pick? Poetry! He expected us to read poetry. The insult alone was enough to get us motivated.
We were all supposed to be doing homework. He wanted us to turn in essays tomorrow on some woman's poetry. She'd been dead a couple of hundred years. What did we care? I had gone so far as to pick out a piece; mostly because it was creepy and it was Halloween, after all.
Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.
We decided to spend the time instead TP-ing his house and soaping his windows.
Isabella had found out where he lived from the files in the office where she had been spending detention recently. Greg and Pete came along because Isabella had them both on a leash. Then there was me, the Mastermind and two giggling girl friends of Isabella, Alice and Fiona
We were a motley group, united only by our recently discovered hatred of not only Mr. Rockvale but also Emily Dickinson. So here we all were; bags of toilet paper in our hands and soap in our pockets, on our way to Gainesville's most haunted house which the dummy had recently moved into.
Even more perfect. This was even more fun than trick or treating.
The Hubbard house stood up black against the night sky. There were no lights, the windows stared blankly. It didn't look like anyone lived there let alone our English teacher. It was supposed to be haunted and it looked like it was living up to its reputation.
However, in the driveway, at the side of the house, there was a big, old, shiny black car. Someone was around. The car matched the house. The whole set up was spooky. The girls stopped their chatter and Greg shoved me in the back.
"Come on, Evan, let's get this done." he muttered. We scattered. Me and Fiona headed for the car. After all, it had to be Rockvale's. This was his house and it didn't look like he was throwing a party.
Fiona went down the driveway in front of me and when she got to the back of the car she put her hand on the trunk. That was when we both noticed that the thing was rocking. Fiona snatched her hand back like she had burned it and let out a squeal like a stepped on Chihuahua.
At the same time I heard the front door slam open and a man's voice was shouting. "Get the Hell out of here you damn kids." It sounded like Mr. Rockvale and he was pissed. I could hear Isabella hollering and footsteps pounded away. Our gang was deserting us.
Some guy's head popped up in the back seat of the car. He stared at us through the rear window and then the back door came open. The guy slid out of the car, pulling up his pants. I knew then exactly why that car had been rocking.
The guy was big and not too happy. I swear he growled at us. Fiona was trying to stutter out an apology and we started backing down the driveway. Just then another guy slid out of the back seat and he was completely naked.
"OK," I said. "Sorry. Trick or Treat."
The naked guy reached back in the car, picked up something and pegged me right between the eyes with a Tootsie Roll.
