Posted November 6th, 2020 by Olivinat
in the Middle of Nowhere (Wisconsin)
November 13th, 2020
Luke opened his eyes. Today he and his friends were going to go exploring. He jumped out of bed. It was Saturday. He put on pants, a t-shirt, and socks. He ducked into the bathroom, brushed his hair, and went to the bathroom. When he was done he went and packed water, a granola bar, and other hiking supplies into his pack. He ran out, ate breakfast, put on his shoes, grabbed his pack, and ran out the door. He met his friends, Mark, Josh, and Patrick, at the park south of his house.
“Ready?” Patrick asked
“Ready as I’ll ever be!” Luke replied, smiling
They set off down the lane. Later as they were walking through the woods, Patrick squinted and said, “What’s that ahead? It looks like a guy!”
They ran to it and saw it was Patrick'ses uncle's sixth cousin, twice removed. Patrick'ses uncle's dead sixth cousin twice removed.
“What the heck? He’s dead! What does that mean? Is it an omen?” Mark worried
“There is no such thing as an omen…”Luke trailed off, “it’s just… just… strange.”
Patrick shivered, “who (or what) killed him? I don’t like the feeling that it’s going to happen to us! Let’s get out of here!”
The boy ran away home. Later they all came over to Luke’s house to talk.
“We have to tell someone about this!” Mark said, “That was an omen I say! If we don’t all of us will all die!”
“Stop worrying Mark,” Luke commanded, “Nobody knows about it, and there is no such thing as an omen!”
Later that night they were having a sleeper. They were still talking about it
“I’m saying it’s an omen! It’s an omen I tell you!” Mark cried, “I don’t want to die! I like living-.”
He was interrupted by Luke, “THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS AN OMEN IDIOT!!!! STOP SAYING THAT!” He yelled
The room went silent. Luke clapped his hand over his mouth. Mark just stared at him.
“I’m… I’m… I’m not an idiot,” mark sniffled swiping tears from his eyes
Mark got up, tears running down his cheeks, grabbed his sleeping bag and pillow, and went into the bathrooms on the right with his stuff.
“I’m sleeping in here tonight,” Mark said and locked the door.
The boys rolled out their sleeping bags. Luke felt terrible.
“I don’t mean to.” He said to Patrick
“Don’t tell me, tell him!” Patrick urged
Luke simple turned his back to Patrick and went to sleep. The next morning he got up and went into the bathroom. Mark was gone. He went into the kitchen where his mother told him Mark had left. For the rest of their lives they never talked to each other. They told the police about the dead guy, and they found the killer trying to flee the country.
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