The Alleyway

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” a voice that didn’t sound like an adult but wasn’t also a child’s voice drifted through the rather uncomfortable atmosphere of the winded down city’s many alleyways, the sound of his sneakers being one of the only sounds that is audible within the darker side of the city. The boy, the source of the disturbance, looked this way and that around the various bins of trash and loose mostly burned out cigarettes left out on the ground to rot.

They weren’t the same kind of cigars he and his little group of friends had smoked a few minutes ago, but that really didn’t matter much, they didn’t matter much, they were simply going to be left behind anyways. “Well of course, I’ve taken this path a couple of times, so I know where to go!” snapped another boy at the first boy, his oddly dull blue irises that looked more like the color of softly rolling fog glaring daggers at his comrade, his natural black hair with purple streaks fluttered over his shoulders as he walked.

The first boy flinched in surprise and backed up a few steps away from the boy who snapped at him, his sneakered clad feet kicking up small pebbles left on the alleyway floor. He looked up to his friend, watching him calm down and his head back in the direction they were heading, head turning this way and that as if he was making sure they really were going the right way. The first boy gave a heavy sigh of relief, bowing his head, allowing his long blond hair to shroud his unfairly pale skin till his head was nothing but bright yellow hair.

“A couple times?!” snapped another boy, stomping over to the black and purple haired male with steps that could wake the entire world, fluffing up his red-orange hair that acted as a large red bush on top of his head, he readjusted his orange jacket to rest on his shoulders, his green eyes that were usually full of cockiness and cunning whenever he came up with ways to cause minor trouble around town were now full of anger and irritation mostly at their leader and their current situation. “Yeah Bram, that’s really reassuring!”

“Whatever Ronald,” Bram replied, rolling his eyes rather coldly, refusing to look back at his friend. He crossed his arms over his chest in a way that made the blond haired boy think of a grumpy child who refused to eat their vegetables. As funny as Bram looked, right now wasn’t exactly the right moment for humor. “Even a couple times can really ingrain an exit into your mind!” came the reply of the black and purple haired boy, he ran his right hand through his hair, moving it out of his face.

“Are you serious?!” Ronald shouted, his voice sounding like he was in complete disbelief, his arms waving upwards in exasperation and anger, not liking the words Bram was saying. “You got lost on the way to homeroom in high school, twice in a row! There is no way you can possibly get us out of here when you get lost on the way to the bloody homeroom!” The redhead angrily turned his back to both his friends, walking toward another part of the alleyway to kick at a set of empty trash cans resting on the ground.

Bram gritted his teeth in frustration and snapped his furious glare toward Ron, the movement caused the golden bling necklace to swing on his neck till it dropped back into its place. He clenched his fists together and stamped his right foot on the ground, making the long haired boy behind him jump a foot backwards, his thin olive-brown jacket blown in the light wind that blew over the alleyway and the three teenagers within it. Some of his long blond bangs fell into his brown, almost black eyes. He pushed them away, letting them rest on the left side of his forehead so he could see everything better.

He blinked once he had his vision and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the sound of yelling from some part of the alleyway. Admittedly, he was a little more then unnerved in this rather lonely alleyway in the deepest hours of the night, it might’ve been the cigarettes he had smoked from earlier in the night heightening his paranoia or the atmosphere of this place being unnerving more so than usual, it was hard to tell. Either way, the yell almost caused the poor boy to

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 04.06.2022
ISBN: 978-3-7554-1520-6

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