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Brisk Autumn Day

by Nyssa Mallari

I couldn’t believe what happened last night, was it even real or was I dreaming? Did I really see what I thought I saw? Things have felt off ever since that stupid game. I’ve been branded a permanent coward at school, but I could deal with that. I didn’t really have that many friends anyway and not that many of the popular people knew who I was. The only thing on my mind, the three girls that I left chained in the basement.

I didn’t even get a chance to learn their names. The brunette told me to go to the police but, there were so many things that could go wrong with that. If what I saw was true, Randy was the one who kidnapped them and had been doing who knows what to them. The only person that had so much as a clue as to where those three girls were, was me. Randy may very well have know that too, I couldn’t risk the police if I could wind up like them. I could leave an anonymous message but, they might ignore it.

At the end of the day, I had made up my mind. I was going to rescue them myself, even if it killed me. I didn’t want those girls to suffer anymore. All I had to do was find a way to get them out of the chains, sneak them out of the house, and get them into town without Randy finding out. Sounded simple enough, but even I knew that would be difficult for a nobody like me to pull off.

Mom worked during the day, and I doubt the thought that I did find them hadn’t even crossed Randy’s mind. He would want to keep up appearances and hang out with every one after school. He played football and there was a game tonight which was the opportune time to sneak in and free them. On this breezy autumn day, I would be the person I only dreamed I could be. Not a hero, but someone who was useful to others and could be relied upon. I just wished I didn’t screw it up for myself.

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