Friday the 13th started out with bad luck all around. Reggie was still fuming from the previous night, but she decided to skate to school with Otto, Twister and Sam anyway—rather than go alone.
On the way, Twister cut his leg open when he crashed his board into a trashcan while trying to avoid a black cat. He knocked Reggie over in the process causing her homework to go soaring. Her research paper that she'd worked on for two weeks ended up floating in a puddle, covered with mud.
Before homeroom, Otto's locker jammed. Several minutes of kicking and pulling finally caused it to fly open, smacking him dead in the face. He arrived to class fifteen minutes late with a bloody tissue pressed to his nose.
In gym, Sam had an encounter with a deadly kickball, which caused him to spend the remainder of period in the nurse's office.
When 3:00 finally arrived, they were ready to go blow of some steam in hopes that the day would get better.
"Man, this has been the worst day!" Twister said as they skated towards Madtown.
"Tell me about it!" Otto agreed.
"It serves you all right after what you did to me last night!" Reggie said.
"It was just a joke Reg. Get over it! Besides, I thought you didn't believe the story anyway." Otto said.
"Well, whether I believed it or not, what am I supposed to think when some guy is coming at me with a knife?"
"I can't believe you actually bought it. It was totally obvious that it was me." Otto taunted.
"I was DARK and I was HALF-ASLEEP!" She said defensively.
"Trust me Reggie, you looked wide awake to me!" Otto joked.
"Whatever. Just can it Rocketboy."
They arrived at Madtown and skated until nightfall. Everything was going well until Sam slipped and fell on off the top of the halfpipe, busting his chin open.
"Are you alright Sammy?" Reggie shouted, running to his side.
"I'll live." He said as he wiped off the blood that was tricking down his face. "My mom is never going to let me skate again though. I'm beginning to believe all that stuff they say about Friday the 13th!"
"I think we should go home before anything else bad happens!" Reggie helped him to his feet. Twister and Otto agreed so they left Madtown and skated down the boardwalk towards the direction of their street. Suddenly, a rush of people ran towards them screaming and nearly knocked them over.
"What the hell is going on?" Otto wondered.
"I don't know, let's go check it out bro!" Twister said.
"I don't think that's really a good idea. There's got to be a reason everyone is running THE OTHER DIRECTION!" Sam worried.
"I gotta go see what it is. Come on!" Otto skated off, dodging through the people who were running away. Twister was right behind him. Reggie and Sam reluctantly followed him.
A couple of blocks away they were finally able to see what all the commotion was about. A very large man in a hockey mask was chasing people down the beach with a machete. He kicked over the lifeguard stand and threw trashcans out of his way with ease.
"Dude, that goalie is sure pissed about something!" Twister said as they watched the man from a distance.
"That's no goalie bro! That's JASON!" Otto shouted.
"Jason who?" Twister asked.
"DUH! Jason Voorhees, the guy from Crystal Lake I told you about."
"Oh yeah. Why did he come here?" Twister wondered.
"I guess he wants to check out our gnarly surfing. How the hell should I know!" Otto exclaimed.
"Oh give me a break Otto. This is getting real old. Who did you get to be Jason this time? It's probably just dad in a hockey mask." Reggie said.
"I swear I didn't have anything to do with this. How would I know that we would be in this spot at this exact minute? This is the real thing!"
Reggie knew that Otto had a point. The man was much bigger and appeared to be much angrier than their dad could act. "But I thought it was just a legend" she whispered under her breath.
"Guess not." Otto said distantly, eyes wide with disbelief.
A/N: Thx for the reviews. Sorry this chap was so short!