This choice: a college student on her way to the beach • Go Back...Chapter #5Hour-Long Spring Break by: Unknown "If I can become anyone," you think, sitting on the lawn chair outside, "and it only lasts an hour... There won't be any negative repercussions once that hour is done? I can live other people's lives and go on mini-adventures, and I'll always end up as myself again after sixty minutes. I could have a lot of fun with that...."
You hear thumping bass approaching you from the left. You turn and see a car filled with college students. Their arms are bare, resting on the windows and thumping the outside of the car as they listen to Kanye West or Jay-Z or somebody; you never cared too much for hip-hop. The way they're dressed and the surfboards tied on top, you guess they're on their way to the beach twenty miles outside town. You grin. You can spend an hour as a fit college male, relaxing with a group of sexy college girls in bikinis. Maybe one of them would turn out to be your girlfriend. And then you could find a private place to sneak to, within the hour you had...
"That settles it!" you say, laughing as you point the controller at them, intending to switch with the guy riding passenger. He has black hair and a goatee that makes him look like a bassist for a metal band. The car speeds up as it passes in front of you. You hit the button quickly so you don't miss, but your arm is shaky, and as you try to correct your aim, your wrist slips left towards the back seat. You black out before you realize your mistake... and upon coming too...
The music hits you from every side. Someone nudges you in the side. Everyone is laughing. "Ow," you say, but nobody can hear it.
"Did you guys see that kid?" It's the guy with the goatee, sitting in front of you. "He was pointing something at us like a controller or stick. He had this real freaky look on his face. Like he wanted to eat me or something."
"He's probably just some creep," says the girl next to you. She has on a green bikini top with an orange coral pattern, and a white skirt over her bikini bottom. Her hair is velvet-black and it reaches all the way to her mid-back. "I knew those sort of boys in high school. They would always try to sneak into the girl's locker room or touch your breasts during passing period when there's a crowd."
"There's boys like that at school now," says another girl to your left. You can't see her clearly, but her voice is more whispery. Shy-sounding. "The creeps never go away."
"No they don't," says the driver. "There's a few of them in this car right now."
"Shut up, Tom!" the two girls say in unison. Nobody seems to notice you until the black-haired girl turns and asks:   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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