Kapitel 2: Read all about it
"Day 2. Date is June 8, Sunday, 5:13 P.M. 2017. How are you doing today Mike."
"I feel like a zombie. My whole body is stiff, I can't stop drooling, and my movement is slow. What's happening to me. What did they give me?"
"Don't worry you'll be fine. The side effects will subside within a week's time frame. In the mean time try to keep calm. Any sort of visual or mental instability towards anyone could result in a corruption and discontinuance of the plan. You do remember what happens if it's incomplete don't you?"
"I remember."
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(Alarm rings. It reads January 25, Sunday 10:15 A.M. 2014)
"Wake up Mike, were going out to eat for breakfast. Hurry up and get dressed and wear something nice too."
"Yes ma'am"
I've always hated going out to eat. Well, going out in general. The fancy dressing and proper etiquette never suited me. I like to eat however I want, not however someone tells me to. It's not like I didn't have time to prepare or anything because my parents always told me specifically what date and time we were going. Although It would always go in one ear and out the other. I was never good at remembering dates and times so I didn't even bother trying.
We arrived and it was time to enjoy some breakfast at Emilia's Mexican Restaurant with my family. I wasn't a big fan of Mexican food but I thought that the tacos were amazing here. I would always have the chorizo and bean taco. I chose it because, on a certain level, it required perfection of how it was made. If it was made incorrectly, the chorizo would have a chunky and disgusting texture. Almost like it was still alive. Most people hate waiting for their food for long periods of time. They either are impatient, have somewhere to be, or they are just hangry. But personally I enjoy the wait. I use the time to enjoy the atmospheres of any restraunt I go to. This one gave off a weird vibe but it looked better than my school did. There were flowers everywhere, torn seats, and wooden tables with cheap cloths over them. Probably to cover up any stains from showing. The waitresses were nice though. They mostly spoke Spanish so luckily we couldn't have any full blown conversations with the lady. I'd say, overall, a 9/10 for the atmosphere. It only took 25 measly minutes for my food to arrive. NOW it was the perfect time to relax. I mean, at least, I thought so.
I was just about to eat when the television in Emilia's came on. Channel 5 news was on. I sunk in my chair. Search parties were starting to form and small riots emerged. They talked about how a kid from Langston went missing a couple of weeks ago with a picture of the victim. I could hear it already. "Extra Extra, read all about it! Son of doctor found guilty! More possible victims could be involved!" My mind was having a panic attack. It was telling me I needed more time. I didn't bother listening to it. I knew I was going to be okay.
"Hey Mike, isn't that kid from your school?What was his name again Bryant? Bryce maybe? Anyways, he's in your grade. You should watch out for any child abductors they will kidnap anyone this day and age."
"Don't worry mom, my eyes are peeled. I'm on the lookout." I said with a sort of sarcastic voice. I was trying to make a joke out of it in hopes they would've just played this off. Also she had Alzheimer's so there was a slight possibility she could forget. Joking wasn't the best decision I've ever made.
"Mike, you need to take this seriously, that could've been you in that ditch."
My mother has always been a delight to be around. I just wish she could take a joke and not complain about it later. I wonder what would happen if I told her I was the one who put him in the ditch. Those thoughts always peaked my curiosity.
As for myself, I'm usually not a complainer of any sort. I just let things pass through, or as they say, I let nature take it's course. However, something about a loud crying baby really pisses me off. It's the usual reason I don't use planes as a source of travel. Well that's all I had to hear at the restaurant. The crying started from out of nowhere as soon as the television shut off. I tried to not let it get the best of me, but it was to just to much to handle. The parents of the baby didn't seem to have a problem with the crying at all. They hardly looked old enough to be parents. The mother looked 16 and the father looked 19. So I decided to do them a favor out of my pure kindness. With the baby still loudly crying, I asked my parents if we could leave. They agreed with my decision to head out. I told them I would meet them in the car while I went to the bathroom. I locked the bathroom door and took out my handy dandy pencil. I broke the tip of the pencil and put it in my pocket. I put the rest of the pencil away and left the bathroom. I walked up to the parents and asked if I could play with their baby to make it feel better. The parents obviously didn't care if I did or not. In fact they were happy I went over there to give it attention. I walk towards to stroller and took out the pacifier it was sucking on. As it cried even louder I took out the piece of lead and dropped it into the baby's mouth. A few puffs of air then silence. Peace again. I put the pacifier back in its mouth and quickly left the restaurant. I hopped into my mom's car and she drove us home. I was more proud than satisfied. I did that baby a favor along with myself. It was a win-win situation. Now I could go home knowing I saved the baby's life.
When we got home, I went straight to my room to try to get a few more hours of sleep. The tacos exhausted me. Then I heard my mother from the dining hall.
"Let's go Mike, we have to be to be there in 30 minutes!"
I really didn't want to go anywhere else. Never the less, I met up with her and was ready to go.
"Where we going exactly?"
"Don't you remember? It's your nieces birthday party today."
No, I didn't remember. For a reason. I hate kids. I think they're gross and that's coming from me. I don't wish to associate with any kids at all. So I tried to come up with some excuse to why I couldn't go. I told my mom that I felt sick from the tacos but of course she didn't buy that. My hands were tied now with nothing but one choice in front of me. To think the day had started off pretty good.
I'm going to start off by saying that the kids were having fun more than I was. I mean, that was the point right? To make things worse, the party was held outside so I was sweating terribly. It felt like I was burning. It didn't seem to bother the kids though so I guess it was safe. I could have described what the party looked like but there was nothing to describe. There was a couple of balloons strapped to a table bench with 4 to 5 gifts on it. On a seperate table, there was a cake that spelled "Happy brithday, sweetheart!" She was only 7 so I didn't think the misspelling would have effected her in any way. Only if the cake wasn't her favourite flavor; which was chocolate.
About half an hour in, I managed to find myself a lone chair. I sat there for a good while actually just watching the kids grow up. It was... peaceful. It reminded me of what I didn't get to have. A childhood. Growing up in this generation made it far worse for me. Everybody is an asshole and life isn't fair. Someday that message would pass on to every single child here. They are all in for a rude awakening. It all depended on how they would handle it though.
The party was scheduled to end in 45 minutes. We haven't even began to hit the pinata yet. Everyone was inside. The adults were mingling and the kids were playing video games. So to make sure I left on time I gave the pinata a few wacks. After about 2 good hits, it fell apart into 10 different pieces. All the candy flew everywhere so I snagged a few pieces of some mini Snickers bars for all the hard work I put in. I just left the pinata there on the ground. It was safe to assume that the adult party goers would blame one of the younger kids. The younger kids would then start to blame each other. Only one of a few good ways to ruin a party.
The party lasted way to long for my liking. We did end up having to leave early though. Not because of the pinata but because some kid had to much cake and passed out. Everyone panicked as if something like that never happened before. It was a kid with sugar. Only one way that could go. I shouldn't complain though. It made going home all the more satisfying. My room was my sanction. It was my happy place. It was the place I did most of my business at. For it's upmost importance, It is where I slept. I usually slept without worry but my mind shifted to Bryce. I usually just pushed the thought to the side but I knew I was in for a long night.
I thought by the next day everything would have died down with the whole Bryce situation. Boy, was I wrong. At school, there was a swarm of police officers and investigators by the front doors. I guess I should've been worried just a little bit, but I wasn't. I didn't leave any trace evidence that would lead me back to him. At least I hope I didn't. The school didn't have any cameras or any type of security for that matter to begin with, so seeing that many agents scared a lot of people. By people I mean the druggies. During our classes, students were getting pulled out to speak with the agents. My last name starts with a T so I figured they would just give up by the time they got to my letter. Kind of a stupid thought but what other choice did I have.
I reached 6th period. In my class I sat quieter than usual with Charlie babbling in my ear as always. I was waiting for my name to be called. In the mean time, I was trying to think of what I could say to stir any suspicion from me. Planning under pressure is tough but I knew what I had to do. I asked Charlie if he wanted a pencil since he was using a pen. Of course, he said he would like one. So I took the pencil out of my back pocket and gave it to him. Without paying attention to the pencil, he put it in his side backpack pocket. About 30 minutes pass and his name was called on the announcements along with 4 other students. All of them with different expressions on their face. Some were joking and laughing and some were freaking out. Not even 10 minutes pass and they are already back. Except for one person... Charlie.
The class had finished before any other names were called. I decided to go the office where Charlie was being held. There was one window covered by partially covering blinds. He was talking to one of the agents and in his left hand; he held the pencil. He was pointing out the blood that was left on the side of it. I could make out some words as I was trying to listen to their conversation. Words like "Innocent" and "It's not mine." I stopped listening and sat in a chair waiting for them to finish. Within roughly 10 minutes the door opens and Charlie is in handcuffs with security right behind him. They walked right passed me. Charlie and I made eye contact as he was walked out. He gave me a look that said 1000 words. Mostly "Fuck you" but also "Your welcome." I watched the entire time as he was taken out of the building and only one question posed in my mind. Why?
I didn't understand why he would ruin his life for mine. Perhaps I already knew he would take the blame. Many questions still rolled in my head. Why didn't he give me up? Maybe it was the same reason no one else talked about me. Maybe they were scared or a whole other reason I couldn't understand. If that's what best friends did then I pass on that. All I knew is that I had to figure out why. I hate unanswered questions.
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