Awww, doesn't anyone like this? Of course, now that I'm getting really into
it, nobody likes it anyways. Well, except for Nosilla, thanks for sticking
by me!
Well, anyways, here's the next chapter...I just hope more people will read this. Reviews are my sole purpose for writing, lol. Once again, thanks for reading and replying, Nosilla!
This chapter is Haven's chapter, as the last one was Kyler's. The first part repeats, because it's the same with both boys P.O.V's...wow...this is confusing. Don't worry, the D-Tent boys and Camp Green Lake in all of it's glory will be entering soon.
Chapter 3: Close, but not There
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"I didn't do nothin'."
"I didn't do anything. Anything."
They had both said.
"You killed that man."
That's what they had said.
"He was already dead."
True?
or False?
True. Of course. But yet false. False in the eyes that don't believe. All eyes but two. In those two eyes, it was the truth. But no one else wanted it to be. So, according to them, it was false.
I wanted them to know, wanted everybody to know the truth. The truth. We didn't do it. We didn't kill that man. He was already dead. But they didn't care. No one did. They made up their own stories. Like fairy Tales, old Folk Stories. Once upon a time, there was no happy ending.
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It all started out two paces from the stop sign on Fern Street, 4 blocks up from the Parker store, 18 feet down to the corner of Lexington and Hamilton, and across the street to where the sidewalk ends, and the story begins.
I like things to be the same as they usually are. Same, same, same. It may be boring, but at least it means nothing changes. Nothing changes. That doesn't necassarily mean that I'm plain, same, and boring though. I mean, I may not be a huge individualist like my twin brother, but I'm my own person. My own person.
Example one, my name. Haven. Unusual? Yes. Boring? No. Same? No. I like it like that. Like that. But it's nothing too drastic, nothing like...Quardrinalmal or something like that. No, I wouldn't like that.
Example two, the way I speak. I repeat myself. I don't know why. Know why. It's not something I can control, it's just like Kyler. He talks so fast I can barely understand him sometimes. he can't help it either. Maybe it's a wierd twin thing. Thing. I don't know. But, it makes us stand out. Maybe a little too much for my pleasure, but Kyler likes to stand out. He also likes to keep secrets, and doesn't like people in his buisness.
Maybe that's why we're headed where we are in the first place. First place. I don't blame him though, it's just the way he is. he is. Like me, I like to help people. Which is also the reason we're headed to that stupid camp. I just had to be helpful. Help out Old Man McGregor.
Just had to help. Like always.
So I said, "'Come on. It'll be nice to do something for someone else now and then."
I just had to say that. Say that.
So, there we were. Two paces from the stop sign on Fern Street, 4 blocks up from the Parker store, 18 feet down to the corner of Lexington and Hamilton, and across the street to where the sidewalk ends.
It was a huge house. A huge, creepy, scary house. Who knew what else besides Mr. McGregor was living in there?
"Looks haunted." Kyler said.
Duh.
"No way. It's not. It's not." I lied. Man, I was freaked. We had to clean that big scary house...no way.
"Whatever," Kyler shrugged. For a few seconds, I thought he was gonna' turn away and walk right back home. I would have gladly followed him. Him. But then he said, "Then you can go first. It'll be your honor."
I stared at him, still not sure. He grinned at me, "And your last honor."
Okay, no way. No way. No possible way.
"Come on, let's go home." He said, taking another look at the house.
"No, man. Come on, Mr. McGregor really wanted us to clean his house, he's too old to do it himself." I said, my conscience getting the best of me. The best of me.
"Then why can't he hire a maid or something?" He groaned.
"That's why I brought you." I smiled, walking up to the gate. I stared at him.
"You open it. It."
"Scaredy cat." He grinned, flipping the rusty lock.
"Let's go inside, Mr. McGregor is awaiting his next victim!" Kyler yelled, throwing his head back and laughing loudley. I squeaked.
"Aww, come on!" I whined.
Then, a scream. And it hadn't come from Kyler either.
It had come from the house.
It was a real scream, like somebody having a knife being cut through them. Crystal clear. Then, another. Weaker then the first, but still powerful all the same.
I could have fainted. I'm surprised I didn't. Didn't.
"Uh...maybe we should get out of here." Kyler said. I could tell he was getting really freaked out. So was I. I. Actually, I was passed freaked out.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go." I said, running for the gate.
It was locked.
Locked, Locked, Locked.
I kept trying, Kyler screaming things at me, speaking to fast for anyone to understand.
I kept trying, kept trying to get that lock.
Too late.
Someone had heard the screams. Called the cops.
And cops don't want to hear your side of the story. They put together their own.
'You killed that man.'
No, I didn't.
Well, anyways, here's the next chapter...I just hope more people will read this. Reviews are my sole purpose for writing, lol. Once again, thanks for reading and replying, Nosilla!
This chapter is Haven's chapter, as the last one was Kyler's. The first part repeats, because it's the same with both boys P.O.V's...wow...this is confusing. Don't worry, the D-Tent boys and Camp Green Lake in all of it's glory will be entering soon.
Chapter 3: Close, but not There
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I didn't do nothin'."
"I didn't do anything. Anything."
They had both said.
"You killed that man."
That's what they had said.
"He was already dead."
True?
or False?
True. Of course. But yet false. False in the eyes that don't believe. All eyes but two. In those two eyes, it was the truth. But no one else wanted it to be. So, according to them, it was false.
I wanted them to know, wanted everybody to know the truth. The truth. We didn't do it. We didn't kill that man. He was already dead. But they didn't care. No one did. They made up their own stories. Like fairy Tales, old Folk Stories. Once upon a time, there was no happy ending.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It all started out two paces from the stop sign on Fern Street, 4 blocks up from the Parker store, 18 feet down to the corner of Lexington and Hamilton, and across the street to where the sidewalk ends, and the story begins.
I like things to be the same as they usually are. Same, same, same. It may be boring, but at least it means nothing changes. Nothing changes. That doesn't necassarily mean that I'm plain, same, and boring though. I mean, I may not be a huge individualist like my twin brother, but I'm my own person. My own person.
Example one, my name. Haven. Unusual? Yes. Boring? No. Same? No. I like it like that. Like that. But it's nothing too drastic, nothing like...Quardrinalmal or something like that. No, I wouldn't like that.
Example two, the way I speak. I repeat myself. I don't know why. Know why. It's not something I can control, it's just like Kyler. He talks so fast I can barely understand him sometimes. he can't help it either. Maybe it's a wierd twin thing. Thing. I don't know. But, it makes us stand out. Maybe a little too much for my pleasure, but Kyler likes to stand out. He also likes to keep secrets, and doesn't like people in his buisness.
Maybe that's why we're headed where we are in the first place. First place. I don't blame him though, it's just the way he is. he is. Like me, I like to help people. Which is also the reason we're headed to that stupid camp. I just had to be helpful. Help out Old Man McGregor.
Just had to help. Like always.
So I said, "'Come on. It'll be nice to do something for someone else now and then."
I just had to say that. Say that.
So, there we were. Two paces from the stop sign on Fern Street, 4 blocks up from the Parker store, 18 feet down to the corner of Lexington and Hamilton, and across the street to where the sidewalk ends.
It was a huge house. A huge, creepy, scary house. Who knew what else besides Mr. McGregor was living in there?
"Looks haunted." Kyler said.
Duh.
"No way. It's not. It's not." I lied. Man, I was freaked. We had to clean that big scary house...no way.
"Whatever," Kyler shrugged. For a few seconds, I thought he was gonna' turn away and walk right back home. I would have gladly followed him. Him. But then he said, "Then you can go first. It'll be your honor."
I stared at him, still not sure. He grinned at me, "And your last honor."
Okay, no way. No way. No possible way.
"Come on, let's go home." He said, taking another look at the house.
"No, man. Come on, Mr. McGregor really wanted us to clean his house, he's too old to do it himself." I said, my conscience getting the best of me. The best of me.
"Then why can't he hire a maid or something?" He groaned.
"That's why I brought you." I smiled, walking up to the gate. I stared at him.
"You open it. It."
"Scaredy cat." He grinned, flipping the rusty lock.
"Let's go inside, Mr. McGregor is awaiting his next victim!" Kyler yelled, throwing his head back and laughing loudley. I squeaked.
"Aww, come on!" I whined.
Then, a scream. And it hadn't come from Kyler either.
It had come from the house.
It was a real scream, like somebody having a knife being cut through them. Crystal clear. Then, another. Weaker then the first, but still powerful all the same.
I could have fainted. I'm surprised I didn't. Didn't.
"Uh...maybe we should get out of here." Kyler said. I could tell he was getting really freaked out. So was I. I. Actually, I was passed freaked out.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go." I said, running for the gate.
It was locked.
Locked, Locked, Locked.
I kept trying, Kyler screaming things at me, speaking to fast for anyone to understand.
I kept trying, kept trying to get that lock.
Too late.
Someone had heard the screams. Called the cops.
And cops don't want to hear your side of the story. They put together their own.
'You killed that man.'
No, I didn't.