Billy pondered for a few moments about whether to go to a rich kid's house or a poor kid's house.

"Poor kid, as always," Billy thought.

Billy couldn't stand the thought of going to a rich kid's house. The first time he did that, it brought back too many memories, and he caused that neighborhood to have a haunted house. He stopped for a moment, the flood of three years worth of memories about to drown him. He almost screamed, but stopped just in time. He sat down for a moment to regain his composure, then continued walking. He was late, because he had bumped into someone and caused a scare for about an hour. There was only one kid left, so Billy followed him. He used his tricks he had learned to get into the car before the kid did.

As soon as he sat down he thought, "This seat seems familiar. It's almost like-"

Then he froze. This seat was his seat from 3 years ago. The kid was his brother, a freshman now. His dad, looking 10 years older, was driving.  He was locked in a prison, and there was no way out.

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updated Sep 5 '10 by Hagamablabla