A gust of the evening wind blew the bleak and silent night of the New Bill highways, the tranquil trees dancing along the rhythm of the crickets’ song like a crowd in a bar. It had been minutes away from turning ten o’clock in the evening when Daniel and Well reached halfway of their journey going back to the bar. A weird kind of atmosphere wrapped the inside of the car, and an increasing tension blocked the throats of the two boys; taking away their ability to cast out some words. As for Well, the chance of finding his phone seemed paper thin. But for Joross, on the other hand, he looked hoppeful. He knew that at some point, one way or another, he would show up. After all, the last time Well saw him was when he was dancing on the dancefloor with some of their upclass. He might have been drunk, yes, but he was at least thirty percent sober (or that was how Well thought of him to be). Sooner, after fifteen minutes more of driving, Daniel and Well finally reached the block where the bar
Daniel fiddled with his fingers onto the keyboard flashed on his cellphone’s screen and it vibrated so loud that Well could already tell how fast did he type. As a matter of fact, Well could not keep up with the pace of Daniel's fingertips. His eyes tried to catch a glimpse of the message he worked out with but the only thing he saw was the sent button. The message had been delivered to the receiver. It would not take long before a reply coming from someone inside the bar would shoot back to Daniel. The two guys waited for some time, until after a good minute or two, the phone vibrated. A soft hushing wind swept through the mammoth crowd, just at the same time the cellphone lit up. You received a message from Bryan, the notification tab said to Daniel. He opened it, slowly rotating to the left, opposite Well, trying his best not to show him the message. "He got it," Daniel informed him. "He read the message and told me he is fine with it. He just needs some description. Like I told
The two guys, Well and Daniel, busted the door and crashed at the bar with their not-so-pleasing outfits. As soon as they got inside, all of the eyes automatically got attracted to the both of them, and it only took for about four seconds of standing on the same spot, just a few steps next to the door mat, before all the spotlights and disco lasers focused on the two of them. Now, literally speaking, everyone’s and everything’s attention was on them. For Well, it was some sort of a nightmare that caused to trigger his social anxieties even more. However, on the other hand, for Daniel, it was just another normal exposure. Because he was a darling of the crowd, being the center of interest of everyone was nothing new to him anymore. So instead of worrying and trembling and feeling the churning of his stomach just like what Well had felt exactly, he only stood there and smile to everyone. . . and everything, if it made sense. Daniel straightened his back and he felt the bones on his spi
"Where should we begin looking at?" That was the first question Well had asked for Daniel. At this point in the night, he was running out of time already and he felt like every single tick of the clock would count. It's eleven. Turning twelve. If would not see either of his cellphone and his friend Joross, it would be over for Well. He would have left himself with no choice but to accept the unacceptable truth and try his luck again when the morning would arrive. But he could not wait for mornings. Just like what Daniel, his only company, had said, as long as they still had the energy to continue searching, they will continue searching. And that guts, that eagerness that drove them both to continue, brought them to the other half of the bar. The one that was strictly prohibited to people. The one that only a few and selected persons were allowed to go inside. No one was ever given the permission to peek— let alone to sneak in. "The place is full of warning signs and danger placards
Daniel became the mastermind of the plan and the executioner, while Well became the watchdog. IT was still doubtful to say if Well really had a contribution to this plan of Bryan, but since being a watchdog sounded fine and helpful, he would rather call himself that way. While Daniel slowly lifted his hand closer to the door knob, Well moved away from the warehouse and sneaked to the nearest tree. From there, he checked if there were people nearby that could potentially see them doing something suspicious and something suspicious and something that was absolutely not allowed. When Well cleared it that no one was around, he signalled Daniel by raising a thumb in the air, shooting it into his direction. Daniel slowly broke the padlock open and then carefully removed it from the surface. He threw it inside his left pocket for easier access later on. Before he decided to open the door entirely, he called for Well’s attention and waited for him to come over. “I have a bad feeling about t
Daniel suggested that perhaps Well and him should begin looking through all the stuff found inside the warehouse and maybe only until then they would end up getting a clue that would help them grasp a grain of Joross's whereabouts. On the other hand, Well, who was on the broom box at the backmost part of the room, was hoping that he would see his phone in there. But that could not be possible. Well had never entered the warehouse before so the phone should not be able to get in here. But Well was doubtful. Always. And as much as an overthinker he was, he also already told himself that maybe his phone had been stolen by someone from the bar. But, why would they do it anyway? Who would be so ingested in stealing his cell phone when other than the brand itself, nothing else was interesting about that? There were no games, not much application, and it's only purpose for Well was it was his mode of communication whenever he wanted to talk to his Mom and Dad, and the alarm clock. Well was
Daniel was on the other side of the room, parallel to where Well was. Unlike Well, he was not done looking for clues yet. He examined the stationary table with his fingers. There were random things that he touched. Without the guidance coming from the torch light of his phone, he could barely even tell what those stuff were. He lit up the torch light and focused it on the table. When the light shone through the surface of the table, everything became clear. There were pens, pencils, a couple of sticky notes, crumpled colored papers, and there were also used and unused red candles that felt out of place because considering the rest of the things on the table, they were all school supplies. Candles weren't considered the same, right? It definitely did not belong there. But why were they there? “Okay, first of all, this is the weirdest thing I have seen for today?” Daniel said as he stepped his feet two leaps away from the table brimming with stuff that did not make any sense. “What is
Coach Sonashi has decided to let me leave early so that I could rest and prepare for a harder day tomorrow. Even up until now, I still find it very hard to believe that I actually made it to the coaching staff of the school's basketball varsity team. Although the role that I have right now is no similar to the role that I have before (which is an ace player and an MVP), I am still feeling grateful and positively motivated because, who wouldn't be proud representing and supporting his school for the last time, huh? Louis Peters and I are now on our way out of the school's sports stadium. I ask him if where he is going next and he said that he might actually just go straight to his apartment because he is so tired and he is going to call it a day. So, with that being said, I have no choice but to go home as well since it's already four o'clock in the afternoon. I reckon the basketball practice will finish anywhere between five o'clock to six o'clock, and that is according to the time f