Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24976741-20150228234835

Hey...um, this is kinda awkward. So, you know when you're a kid and you make a lot of stupid decisions and do a lot of stupid things, and then you grow up a little and realized that those things could have gone differently than they did? Ya, well I was that type of person, this is something that I did, that was really dumb and I realized that I could be dead by now if things didn't happen they way they did.

So I was in 8th grade when this happened, right now that would be about 2 or 3 years ago. Back when I used to live in Iowa I had this friend and I would go over to his house sometimes to you know, play Halo and stuff. For the sake of making things easier and privacy, let's call him Ront. So Ront was one of those people in school who would be the clown in town, you know that person, every school has one. He isn't tough at all, in fact he's a twig and he isn't very fast either.

About the 2nd or 3rd time I went over there I meet his younger brother, let's call him Dale. Dale was around 5th grade I believe, he was basically the opposite of Ront. Dale was a little chubby, he was street smart, and he knew how to handle things a little bit better than Ront.

One particular time I went over there (somewhere around late fall-mid winter) I was told by my mom to come back around 8:00 p.m. I spent the whole day playing with them on their Xbox. By the time I looked at the clock it was 8:30 p.m, it was pretty late out so I decided to ask for a ride home. Well you see, the only person that could drive that was in the house was fast asleep, the other was out of town going to Walmart because our town didn't have anything like that.

Being a kid who didn't really think of this as much decided that I had no other choice but to walk home. It was pretty dark out, not dark enough for the street lights to come on, but still dark. So Ront and Dale decided to come with me because I had a pretty bad sense of direction. Now this wasn't the first time we've done this, in fact we came up with a game we liked to play whenever this happened called "Shadow Ninja".

How Shadow Ninja works was that whenever it got dark we would walk down the street, whenever we saw someone or a car come by we would run to either side of the road and hide behind trees, cars, buildings, and bushes. We would do this until they past us and then we would repeat the process. Eventually we got to my house, the only problem was that all the lights were off. This included the porch light which my mom would of and should of left on because she knew I was out. Being an idiot I was I overlooked that the car was still there and concluded they went somewhere.

So I decided that we should go back to their house for the meantime and try again in a couple of minutes. As usual we play Shadow Ninja on the way back. After a couple of minutes went by we tried again, and yet again I overlooked the car. We repeated this process a couple of times always playing Shadow Ninja on the way to and back.

Now, not a lot of people saw us when we would hide, except for one time.

It was really dark out now and the street lights were on, so we decided to take something to protect ourselves with just in case. I armed myself with a metal bat, Ront brought a golf club, and Dale picked up a thick branch and carried his pocket knife on him.

As we were walking back to check if the porch light was on, we were about to pass what I assume was a bar, when we heard someone yelling profanities at another person. Just then a bottle went flying through the window and we decided that we should run to the other side of the street and around the bank. We kept on playing Shadow Ninja on the way there. As we were walking down the road I could hear a low rumble of a car. We turned around and I saw two bright headlights as they slowly turned the corner. We immediately hid, but as the truck slowly arced its way down the road it stopped right where we were. The door opened and I decided that it would be best if we cut through some peoples' yards and go the other way and around.

As we had went around and thought it was safe, we could once again hear the low rumbling of the trucks engine as it slowly approached us. We ran through twists and turns, alleyways and around builds, jumped gates and hopped fences, and cut through many yards. We were almost out of the town and at my house when we heard something. We turned around, but astonished to see nothing was there. Just then two bright lights illuminated us from behind and our shadows come out and faced us. The truck was in front of us, we ran as fast as we could out of its sight. When I thought we were safe I decided that we should hide behind these two buildings, there was plenty of darkness to conceal us between them.

A minute didn't even go by when we saw lights come up the street and heard that same low rumbling engine. We held our breathe as one by one each car, postbox, and stop sign was lit up in front of us. We could see the car as it came, and as it came it went by. We were relieved, but just then we could hear the sound of tires stop as the truck slowly backed up. Once again it stopped and it started to turn our direction. I was panicking, I could feeling my heart beating as it was about to explode and I could feel an indescribable sensation get snared in my throat.

We were flat on the ground looking up at the truck face to face, I was blinded by the bright lights from the front. My eyes quickly adjusted and all I could see was a silhouette of a man behind the wheel. I could feel the cool sweat as it slowly beaded off my face, I had to take charge, I was the strongest and oldest and I was the one responsible for getting them into this. I slowly stood up with my bat by my side, both Ront and Dale followed suite. Ront held his golf club with both hands, and Dale with one hand held onto his stick and with the other in his pocket firmly held onto the pocket knife inside, ready to use it.

We stood there staring at the truck as it stared at us. I then proceeded to do one of the stupidest things I could have ever done in that situation. I raised my free hand, and I waved.

The truck slowly backed up and drove away...

In shock we stood there with no idea what had just happened, but soon after were brought back to live with the sight of relief. We made sure that the truck was surely gone before we proceeded forward. I asked, "what was up with that"? Dale responded by saying, "Oh that, that was a firefighter I know that hates me." I don't know whether I was more pissed of or relieved at that moment to care, but it was enough for me at that moment.

The next day while making my way home from school Dale decided to join me. I asked him why the guy followed us, if he only hated him. He replied "Oh, I was just lying, I don't really know who that was". 