My friend startled me when they tapped me on the shoulder. I nearly jumped five feet out of my seat. My friend decided this was funny and laughed at me. I got up and we began to wander around the park. My friend seemed excited but this was nothing new. We were having a great time hanging out. Then quite suddenly my friend stopped smiling and got a very serious but eerie look on their face. I being a concerned friend asked what was wrong. My friend just looked at me and before I knew what hit me I felt something cold and hard hit me on the head.
Before I passed out I looked up at my friend and saw that they were holding a lead pipe and that there was a bit of my blood on it. I gave my friend a confused look as I passed out.
The next thing I knew I was standing in a very deep hole in the ground. It was dark and damp. The hole appeared to be an old unused well. I looked around at the old bricks that had moss growing on them and then looked up. It was a long way up and I wasn't looking forward to the climb back up.
Foolishly I thought my friend will help me out of this hole. I cried out for help and in response my friend and two others I had seen around school looked down the hole. I pleaded for their help, but they just laughed. They took great amusement at my situation They didn't even seem to concerned about my welfare. Were they not concerned to find out if I was injured after thrown in this hole. Their laughter and taunts were echoing in my mind and the hole only seemed to grow deeper. Then I began to feel sand come down the hole.
My so called friends were poring fifty pound bags of sand down the hole. Where they trying to bury me alive? In what world was this funny or amusing? How was watching the suffering of another amusing?
I felt the anger inside me begin to boil. My anger gave me a determination to keep them from achieving their sick goal. I began to climb. Looking for things to hold on to wasn't easy. Their wasn't much to grab on to.
This only added amusement to my so called friends above. Each time I fell the hole would echo with their laughter.
Their laughter only increased my determination to reach the top. With each passing inch of the hole I climbed I could feel my hate for these people begin to grow. This soon began to expand to all people. If a good friend could do this to me then anyone I knew was capable of this evil. I decided while climbing out of that cursed hole to never trust another person again.
My friends were now pouring the sand directly on me hoping I would fall from the pressure of the sand falling on my head. When I neared the top their laughter stopped and things grew quite. When I emerged from the hole I saw them standing a mere ten feet away.
My ex-friend skipped up to me and began to talk to me like we were still friends. I stood in silence. I was dumb founded. How could my friend start talking to me like nothing had ever happened? In a rage I shouted and yelled at her. I called my friend every foul name I could think of and didn't stop until my friend ran away crying. As my friend joined the other two waiting for her they gave me an evil look. One that I returned in kind and began to walk away.
In my rush I ran into a park ranger. Who just looked down at me and asked why I hadn't used the ladder he had provided. Again dumbfounded I looked back at the hole and sure enough there was a silver gleaming ladder. How could I have missed it?
The park ranger giving up on an answer began to mutter to himself about he would never understand why young kids always insisted on doing everything the hard way. I brushed off his words figuring he wouldn't have seen the ladder if our positions had been swapped.
