Jared tells a whopper, and Frank heads on into a shady shop
I was woken by sirens. Police sirens. This town seemed to be ridden with crime, like rats rid the sewers. I tried to ignore them, but they were getting louder. Almost to the point I felt like they were blasting in my ears. Maybe it was just my mind. I stayed in a pratically vegetive state, listening to the sounds of the world, untill someone tapped my shoulder.
"Hey kid. Are you Jared Carter?"
Fuck. They were looking for me. Crap crap crap crap crap
"Hmm. Its just there's this missing boy who matches your description"
"Okay. Thanks kid"
That was a close one. But this must mean my mother was really worried. Ah, screw it.
I went out into the town that day, hood covering my face incase anybody spotted me. I hadn't taken any money so it was a wasted trip. I just wanted a change of scenery. Sadly, the baggy hoodie didn't work too well.
I looked up to see Frank.
"Man, you look rough"
"Your mam is worried shitless"
"Who gives a shit?"
Frank shrugged and walked by, turning into a shop I had just passed. "Physcological Sprites". I had no idea what the shop sold, the windows were covered in black velvet curtains. Looked shady. I just went back to the park, not wanting anymore Brain Crack to snort