Heya. This is a short story for PTNTM. I know I kind of shouldn't be using JASB for this, but it was the only thing I could think of that would make sense (because of all the fonts and stuff.).
'It was a sudden flash. An unreal flash.
I stood, numb, looking at the blood pouring out of her body.
Hil, my best friend.'
Ring Ring.
Went the phone from downstairs.
"Will you get that, hon?" shouted Mum, from upstairs.
Sure! I'm your slave anyway! I thought. I was invisible to my Mum, she was always 'busy' going out on dates with any random guy. She's been trying to get a boyfriend since her and Dad split up - not working.
"Hey! It's me!" my best friend, Hilary, said.
After hearing Hilary's (or Hil, as I call her) voice on the phone, I was glad that I answered it. Hil does like my mum though to be honest, I've no idea why, she's mental!
"I thought you were never gonna call!" I said. She had agreed to call me today so that we could arrange to go out somewhere tomorrow. Why tomorrow? you ask. Tomorrow, because tomorrow's her 16th birthday. Finally. Although we're not American, to us two, 16 is the big bubble, the unlegal adult age. I was 16 a while ago and me and her went clubbing (yes, we faked our ages. We dressed up in tiny skirts and glittery tops that showed half of our basoomas - not literally - and had a great night out!), so we decided to go clubbing again, but get proper drunk this time.
"Yeah, well, tomorrow. What time are you coming to mine?" Hil asked. Oh crap, I haven't told my mum yet.
"Hang on," I said, then I shouted upstairs, "Mum, I'm staying at Hilary's tomorrow night, okay?"
"Fine, I'll look after Sarah!" shouted Mum. Fine she'll look after Sarah? Was she the child here?
"Ok, it's fine. I'll come to yours around threeish so we have enough time to get ready." I explained. I didn't even know what I was wearing. I'd just shove some tarty clothes into a bag and decide what I was going to wear when I was at Hil's.
Went the phone from downstairs.
"Will you get that, hon?" shouted Mum, from upstairs.
Sure! I'm your slave anyway! I thought. I was invisible to my Mum, she was always 'busy' going out on dates with any random guy. She's been trying to get a boyfriend since her and Dad split up - not working.
"Hey! It's me!" my best friend, Hilary, said.
After hearing Hilary's (or Hil, as I call her) voice on the phone, I was glad that I answered it. Hil does like my mum though to be honest, I've no idea why, she's mental!
"I thought you were never gonna call!" I said. She had agreed to call me today so that we could arrange to go out somewhere tomorrow. Why tomorrow? you ask. Tomorrow, because tomorrow's her 16th birthday. Finally. Although we're not American, to us two, 16 is the big bubble, the unlegal adult age. I was 16 a while ago and me and her went clubbing (yes, we faked our ages. We dressed up in tiny skirts and glittery tops that showed half of our basoomas - not literally - and had a great night out!), so we decided to go clubbing again, but get proper drunk this time.
"Yeah, well, tomorrow. What time are you coming to mine?" Hil asked. Oh crap, I haven't told my mum yet.
"Hang on," I said, then I shouted upstairs, "Mum, I'm staying at Hilary's tomorrow night, okay?"
"Fine, I'll look after Sarah!" shouted Mum. Fine she'll look after Sarah? Was she the child here?
"Ok, it's fine. I'll come to yours around threeish so we have enough time to get ready." I explained. I didn't even know what I was wearing. I'd just shove some tarty clothes into a bag and decide what I was going to wear when I was at Hil's.
"Ready?" said Hil. Her bright red lipstick was like neon and matched perfectly with her 5-inches-long-black-skirt. With that, she was wearing a glittery - very low-chested - white strappy top and some killer red stilletos. Her hair was tied back into a huge bun high on the back of her head. She had put glitter in her hair as well - she looked great.
I was wearing some leather jeans with a hot pink, sequined top that came down, past my waist. I had hot pink, shiny stilletos on and my hair was curled crazily and kept down. If I may say so myself, we looked like rockstars.
"Yeah, lets go and rave!" I said and with that, me and Hil were on our way to a crazy, amazing night out - or so we thought.
I was wearing some leather jeans with a hot pink, sequined top that came down, past my waist. I had hot pink, shiny stilletos on and my hair was curled crazily and kept down. If I may say so myself, we looked like rockstars.
"Yeah, lets go and rave!" I said and with that, me and Hil were on our way to a crazy, amazing night out - or so we thought.
At 10:00pm, we arrived at Midnight, the club we were attending that night. There were crazy neon lights pinned up everywhere and loads of shiny decorations. There was a HUGE dancefloor stood in the middle of the nightclub with people already dancing on it. Two staircases on either side of the room led up to sofa-beds with curtains to draw - just in case. The music was unbelievably loud, my eardrums kind of hurt, but I didn't care. Me and Hil were gonna spend the night here and so, we needed to spend the night here well.
"Woo! This is crazy, right?" Hil shouted to me while we were on the dancefloor, raving away to a remix of 'Hook It Up' by Vanessa Hudgens.
"Tell me about it!" I shouted back, "I'm gonna go and get a cocktail, do you want one?" Hil nodded and carried on dancing with some random, fit bloke.
After I got the drinks and had handed one to Hil, she decided we needed to go into the Ladies' and sort out our make up.
"That guy I was dancing with is really fit, I like him," said Hil, while we were putting more slap on our face in the toilets, "he said his name was Brad. Brad. A cool name, huh?"
"Totally." I said.
"Woo! This is crazy, right?" Hil shouted to me while we were on the dancefloor, raving away to a remix of 'Hook It Up' by Vanessa Hudgens.
"Tell me about it!" I shouted back, "I'm gonna go and get a cocktail, do you want one?" Hil nodded and carried on dancing with some random, fit bloke.
After I got the drinks and had handed one to Hil, she decided we needed to go into the Ladies' and sort out our make up.
"That guy I was dancing with is really fit, I like him," said Hil, while we were putting more slap on our face in the toilets, "he said his name was Brad. Brad. A cool name, huh?"
"Totally." I said.
2:07am. We had been on our feet dancing, for four hours.
Hil had got to know Brad a bit more by dancing with him. I danced by this other guy, Mike. He was also pretty fit, Brad was fitter though.
"Wanna go somewhere else? Ditch this shite hole?" said Brad, "I know a better club about a half hour away."
Me and Hil looked at eachother and nodded.
"Fine by me." I said, acting as cool as possible, seeing me and Hil were pretending to be 18.
Brad took Hil by the hand as Mike took me by the hand. I felt a shrill of excitment but also felt a tiny bit worried. What time were we gonna get back? Not too late, I hoped.
When we got outside, Brad and Mike started walking into a small field at the back of the club.
"Uh, guys? Where are we going?" I asked, catiously. My heart started to pump slightly faster as a, Mike was walking really fast, and, b, we had just walked past the carpark, where their car was supposed to be.
"Oh, we parked by the road behind the field, the carpark was full. It's not too far away." said Brad. That cooled me down slightly.
Then, all of sudden both of the guys stopped. Me and Hil looked at eachother and then up at Brad and Mike. They were about a head and a half taller then us, I'd say they were only about 19 or 20. Hah. Only.
"Urm... guys?" Hil said, "I thought the car was behind the field..."
Brad and Mike were gazing forward. "There is no car." Brad said.
A sly grin started to appear on both of their faces. Suddenly, I knew me and Hil were in deep trouble.
"But... what happened to the... I thought...where are we going....?" Hil managed to say.
Brad and Mike had a strong grip on our hands, we couldn't free ourselves. Man, they were strong.
To my horror, out of the trees that were about 6 metres away from us came 4 other men about the same age as Mike and Brad. They looked terrifying and were very, very big.
As they started getting closer, I noticed something in one of their hand's which made my heart stop beating.
He was holding a knife.
"You two are two very silly children. You shouldn't have come here." said one of the men not holding the knife.
Hil looked at me and I saw she was sort of crying. I wasn't. I was in too much shock.
The other men were getting closer and closer to us. Then they were kind of around us. Brad and Mike freed our hands - but not us. Them and the other men had formed a circle around me and Hil.
Suddenly, my whole life came out towards me. I was going to die and I didn't even say goodbye to my mother. The last thing I'd said to her was 'Shut yabbering now Mum, alright?'. I hadn't even seen my Dad for ages. Three weeks, it'd been. But the main thing that was running over and over again in my head was 'I'm going to die.'
"Do you know what's going to happen in the next few minutes?" said Mike in a teasing way.
"You're going to die." stated one of the men. His voice was low and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up straighter then Big Ben. Sweat seemed to be dripping of me from everywhere and my eyes were glued to the shiny, pointy knife in one of the men's hand.
Then they all started to laugh in a scary, jeering way. Then they did it. Not it. But they all pulled shiny, pointy knives out of their pockets. How we didn't realise that Brad and Mike were holding them while we were dancing, I don't know, but they both had one.
Then it happend. It happened.
It was a sudden, horrible flash. An unreal flash.
Two of them were on her, stabbing the knife into her.
I stood, helplessly and numb looking at the blood pouring out of her body.
Hil, my best friend.
Hil had got to know Brad a bit more by dancing with him. I danced by this other guy, Mike. He was also pretty fit, Brad was fitter though.
"Wanna go somewhere else? Ditch this shite hole?" said Brad, "I know a better club about a half hour away."
Me and Hil looked at eachother and nodded.
"Fine by me." I said, acting as cool as possible, seeing me and Hil were pretending to be 18.
Brad took Hil by the hand as Mike took me by the hand. I felt a shrill of excitment but also felt a tiny bit worried. What time were we gonna get back? Not too late, I hoped.
When we got outside, Brad and Mike started walking into a small field at the back of the club.
"Uh, guys? Where are we going?" I asked, catiously. My heart started to pump slightly faster as a, Mike was walking really fast, and, b, we had just walked past the carpark, where their car was supposed to be.
"Oh, we parked by the road behind the field, the carpark was full. It's not too far away." said Brad. That cooled me down slightly.
Then, all of sudden both of the guys stopped. Me and Hil looked at eachother and then up at Brad and Mike. They were about a head and a half taller then us, I'd say they were only about 19 or 20. Hah. Only.
"Urm... guys?" Hil said, "I thought the car was behind the field..."
Brad and Mike were gazing forward. "There is no car." Brad said.
A sly grin started to appear on both of their faces. Suddenly, I knew me and Hil were in deep trouble.
"But... what happened to the... I thought...where are we going....?" Hil managed to say.
Brad and Mike had a strong grip on our hands, we couldn't free ourselves. Man, they were strong.
To my horror, out of the trees that were about 6 metres away from us came 4 other men about the same age as Mike and Brad. They looked terrifying and were very, very big.
As they started getting closer, I noticed something in one of their hand's which made my heart stop beating.
He was holding a knife.
"You two are two very silly children. You shouldn't have come here." said one of the men not holding the knife.
Hil looked at me and I saw she was sort of crying. I wasn't. I was in too much shock.
The other men were getting closer and closer to us. Then they were kind of around us. Brad and Mike freed our hands - but not us. Them and the other men had formed a circle around me and Hil.
Suddenly, my whole life came out towards me. I was going to die and I didn't even say goodbye to my mother. The last thing I'd said to her was 'Shut yabbering now Mum, alright?'. I hadn't even seen my Dad for ages. Three weeks, it'd been. But the main thing that was running over and over again in my head was 'I'm going to die.'
"Do you know what's going to happen in the next few minutes?" said Mike in a teasing way.
"You're going to die." stated one of the men. His voice was low and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up straighter then Big Ben. Sweat seemed to be dripping of me from everywhere and my eyes were glued to the shiny, pointy knife in one of the men's hand.
Then they all started to laugh in a scary, jeering way. Then they did it. Not it. But they all pulled shiny, pointy knives out of their pockets. How we didn't realise that Brad and Mike were holding them while we were dancing, I don't know, but they both had one.
Then it happend. It happened.
It was a sudden, horrible flash. An unreal flash.
Two of them were on her, stabbing the knife into her.
I stood, helplessly and numb looking at the blood pouring out of her body.
Hil, my best friend.
Hope you liked it lil-miss-kool! :)
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