Chapter 5: Creepy People
You know what I love about tiny concerts? The fact that even in a crowd of a few hundred people, you can still manage to get yourself lost. So here I am. Lost. Oh well, I guess it could be worse.
"Hi, Fi!"
It just got worse.
"Hi, Annie."
"What're you doing?" she asked, twirling a strand of long blonde hair around her finger.
"Just…hanging out," I replied.
"Cool!" she said, falling into step next to me, "I can't find anyone else. I was starting to think I'd be lost forever until you showed up."
"Great…" I said. Why don't things ever turn out well?
So we walked throughout the small festival, Annie prattling on about some exploit that had happened in school the other day when we came across a circle of tents. Annie stopped talking as the deafening silence overtook our senses.
"Fi?" she whispered, "this is kinda creepy."
I was about to make a smart remark to her when the back of my neck felt all prickly. I don't like it when that happens. I ran my hand slowly over my neck.
"Annie?" I whispered, "let's take a look around, shall we?"
Annie solemnly nodded and walked behind me as we crept through the rows of tents. My heart was doing a marathon inside my chest, and I'm sure Annie's was, too. I heard a loud laugh and immediately I ducked behind the nearest tent, dragging Annie with me. We hesitantly peered around the tent as two extremely tall women walked by.
"This is brilliant," said one of the women, tossing her bright red hair out of her face.
"I know," replied her blonde friend, "I'm quite proud of myself for putting this whole thing together."
"You've always been so wise," gushed the redhead, "I can only hope of being as intelligent as you."
"Oh, you will," said the blonde, wrapping her arm around the redhead's shoulders, "And just think; this never would've happened had we not run out of fuel."
The two women walked off, still chuckling. I turned to Annie, whose eyes were wide open with fear.
"What did they mean, 'run out of fuel'?" I asked.
You know what I love about tiny concerts? The fact that even in a crowd of a few hundred people, you can still manage to get yourself lost. So here I am. Lost. Oh well, I guess it could be worse.
"Hi, Fi!"
It just got worse.
"Hi, Annie."
"What're you doing?" she asked, twirling a strand of long blonde hair around her finger.
"Just…hanging out," I replied.
"Cool!" she said, falling into step next to me, "I can't find anyone else. I was starting to think I'd be lost forever until you showed up."
"Great…" I said. Why don't things ever turn out well?
So we walked throughout the small festival, Annie prattling on about some exploit that had happened in school the other day when we came across a circle of tents. Annie stopped talking as the deafening silence overtook our senses.
"Fi?" she whispered, "this is kinda creepy."
I was about to make a smart remark to her when the back of my neck felt all prickly. I don't like it when that happens. I ran my hand slowly over my neck.
"Annie?" I whispered, "let's take a look around, shall we?"
Annie solemnly nodded and walked behind me as we crept through the rows of tents. My heart was doing a marathon inside my chest, and I'm sure Annie's was, too. I heard a loud laugh and immediately I ducked behind the nearest tent, dragging Annie with me. We hesitantly peered around the tent as two extremely tall women walked by.
"This is brilliant," said one of the women, tossing her bright red hair out of her face.
"I know," replied her blonde friend, "I'm quite proud of myself for putting this whole thing together."
"You've always been so wise," gushed the redhead, "I can only hope of being as intelligent as you."
"Oh, you will," said the blonde, wrapping her arm around the redhead's shoulders, "And just think; this never would've happened had we not run out of fuel."
The two women walked off, still chuckling. I turned to Annie, whose eyes were wide open with fear.
"What did they mean, 'run out of fuel'?" I asked.
