" Hello FRIEND, been a long time since we spoke. Haven't seen around school lately.I reckon that you are safe guarding your house. Nevertheless I have missed your cheerful outgoing persona. What happened?'You are no fun. You are not worthy to be with us.' Does any of these words ring a bell."
I kissed my mother goodbye with a firm promise that I'll be back home. I left as she screamed punctuality. I was never to be home late.
" To Molly's mum" Luckily they bought my excuse. A crafty little young gal learnt a few new tricks. All in which were used for reckless fun. Molly knew the plan. Everything including time and activities of the mellow night was scripted.
I rumbled up and about throughout the neighborhood. We had a code similar to a spy movie. A code that only invited personnels knew. At the camp site at seven.
If you were lucky you would get a plus one. Despite the planning and the formalness of the invite. This was not like any other black tie suit event. It was rather an event used as a cover up. The party hid the sinister plot.
They all were to be hit by the greatest. Hence the reason behind their invitation. Adrenaline rushed through my veins.
My source of information had a connection who in turn had a connection who spilled the dirt on 'they'. The connection of the connection told my informative of how thrilled 'they' were.
In turn this was a very good news to have received earlier in the day. It served as a cup of tea before first lesson. Back in the days, the source of power stood in popularity. I played the game in a smart way. A way in which I ensured that I still remained a favorite. Not to forget a definition of moral.
( A strategy game )in my point of perspective. My peer group was filled with many who knew but only a few who respected me. It was a sad life but one I was willing to put up with.
At some point I felt lost.I couldn't imagine the fake love I drowned in.The fake persona I put out . Honestly,No one knew who I was. Day became meerly a title. Stunts similar to these were to get fame.
They called themselves partner in crime.It was only a matter of seconds before we gained the name criminal.
Her face is unforgettable but the same can't be said of her name. I never bothered to know her well .I believe that none of that information was useful to me. I point a finger to my arrogance. Yet again who would have thought that I would come crawling back for that example of an information.
I drew a line across Molly Cruise. An official way of confirming my dead end.
Far from that she seemed kind, intelligence and purely innocent. A new comer from Cambridge she claimed.A ladi' with a faint heart the principle described. A resourceful target our mind whispered to us.
She came to me while hugging her books.A habit she couldn't shake off. A junior who had to be taught the hard way about blending with the surrounding. According to the grapevine she just earned her scholarship. In a prestigious school with praises ranging from far and wide .No wonder she was targeted.
"Thank you for inviting me"She blew her inhaler and later sheepishly giggled. I watched her skip away in joy.
I look at Molly's disappointed face "You couldn't possibly do that to her ,consider your choices Sabi. As far as I am concerned- she never did wrong to deserve such torade ."
****Ignorance is bliss. Regret is sweet. We stood on the edge of a pool. Getting manipulated by bitter beer is all we knew how to do perfectly. The booming music added to the loss of my right mind.
The girl mystery was surrounded by a mob who won't let her breath unless she heeded. "Drink!" they cheered. She hesitated but eventually did as instructed. She drank more than thrice that night. More than her limit. Absolutely none paid attention to her well being. Even after she threw up most of what her body rejected.
I remember my last words to her,"Take it" . They bought a glass bottle with a longated pipe. They proceeded to yell "Smoke". Deep down I didn't agree with it. I then stared at her drowsy yet sparkly pleasing eyes. I wasn't comfortable with the situation.
The adrenaline built up. She had already taken hold of the pipe. She looked back at me and prepared to take a huff . I agree with Molly she had nothing wrong to deserve such torade .
I admire her for her bravery. Despite the dripping sweat, the saliva that was produced in plenty and the spectators cheering on her. I wouldn't? I couldn't? She refused the dare.
She ran to me and apologized. She was on my knee when I stated these words, "You're no fun, You are not worthy to be with us"
I swear it was unintentionally. The music faded into the background on realization. In attempt of shaking her off my feet she fell into the six feet pool.
I remember clearly how everyone left me alone to my crime. They defended themselves , claiming that they were no where near involved. The worst part of commiting a crime is the remorseful feeling.