…he loves them
The Doclopedia #3,405
Story Beginnings: The Red Feather Gang: First Semester
Spider, not his real name, of course, but we won’t be using many real names, pulled up to the Secret Graduation Party on his Triumph Bonneville, a graduation gift from his parents. Of course, it had been a basket case when they gave it to him back in October, but a few months of working on it and getting it painted up had made it a beauty.
He had taken about 6 different back roads to get here because the sheriff had all the cops in the county on the lookout for “those god damned kids and that party”. Spider wouldn’t have bet on them ever finding it. Nobody had been told the whereabouts except the 7 people who got everything ready. Everyone else had been shuttled in by Uncle Bud’s assorted trucks and vans, including an old 1946 ambulance. And now just shy of 150 recent high school graduates were getting ready to party.
Ray Money handed him a bottle of beer when he stepped off the bike.
Spider gave him a grin. “Don’t mind if I do. How’s the party shaping up so far?”
Ray chugged about half a beer, belched and said, “People are dancing, drinking, smoking joints, making out…I’d say it’s going great.”
They walked toward the fire pit that had taken four healthy eighteen year olds about five hours of hard work to dig. It was four feet deep, four feet wide and twenty feet long. The fire going in it now would last until dawn, maybe longer. The whole pit was covered by a heavy steel grate that had weighed a damn ton, but would keep drunken teens from falling right into the fire.
Spider got handshakes from the guys and hugs & kisses from the girls. He was a popular fellow and well like by his fellow graduates. Over four years, he had been class president his freshman and junior years, star second baseman on the baseball team, a wrestler and editor of the school paper. He was 5 foot 9 inches tall, had an athletic body and was good looking in the “All American Boy” sort of way. All of his teachers had liked him and were sure he’d go a long way in life.
He was also an expert thief, but we’ll get to that later.
At the long end of the fire pit, in an old recliner he had toted out here himself, sat a tall lanky young man. His hair was long, straight and dark brown. He was, like just about everyone else, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Unlike everyone else, his t-shirt was black and had the word “Singular” written on it. He wore no shoes at the moment, because he hated wearing them. Still, next to the chair were an expensive pair of running shoes.
This was the California Kid. He stood 6 feet 4 inches tall, had a runner’s build and was, according to most of the girls in school and several out of school, “handsome in a wicked movie star” way.
The Kid had been president of the science, chess, debate and drama clubs. He was a nationally ranked cross country runner and fencer. He wrote for both the high school paper and the local newspaper. The only reason he hadn’t been class valedictorian was because he didn’t want to be. His teachers all knew he was far smarter than they were and that he would be a great success in life. They just weren’t sure at what.
He was also a master thief, but again, we’ll get to that later.
“Cousin of mine, we are free of the restraints of what passes for an education.” The Kid motioned Spider toward a nearby chair. And yes, he really did talk like that.
Spider sat down and looked at his very slightly older cousin. He could tell that The Kid had something on his mind.
“Look, whatever plan you’ve come up with, it can wait. I want to enjoy this evening.”
The kid nodded.
“As do I. Plans can wait. Now, how crazy do you think Principal Maxwell is after finding we all escaped the official party right under his nose?”
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