Mordor

Date: 2/23/2020

It was early morning when my old friends and I were at my high school. We finished gym time and one of my friends suggested we should get tacos. “I kind of want Caribbean” the other friend said. “Actually, never mind I remember that portion being so big” she added. So we start walking and the setting was strange. It was a pathway through a forest and it looked amazing. It was sunny, the air was fresh, and there were birds chirping. We got on a main road. It was brighter now that the trees weren’t so close. We were walking through that country-side type of gravelled road where pretty much no cars passed by. My friend suggested that we should steal food from a camp that my high school apparently owned. I got the impression that the teachers were strict; supposedly the students weren’t allowed to leave their rooms at night, not even for a pee.. My heart started beating faster and I was a little scared of getting in trouble but my adrenaline urged me forward. It was as if it was some mission in a video game that I had to accomplish. We look through the opening of the cabin door and there were 3 teachers in the kitchen. They were having a coffee and making small talk. When they left we entered. My friend opens the fridge and there were 4 pickles. Big, juicy, sour pickles and they looked so good. My friend puts two in her pocket. I take a bite of one but put it back in the fridge. Suddenly, through the window we see a teacher walking towards the cabin but he doesn’t go in, it seems like he’s doing garden work outside. “We have to go now” my friend said. The teacher was too close though. We had to hide and move forward incrementally, whenever he didn’t look. Suddenly, he saw us but he didn’t do anything, he just smiled. At first we were relieved but then we were curious. “That was kind of weird.” “Yeah, we’re just some random students creeping into the camp and he doesn’t care?” We were separated now. Most of my friends had made it back to school but my friend and I were stuck hiding in a ditch. This time we were more worried. It was so uncomfortably quiet. The silence made it seem real, I thought. It wasn’t a mission I was making up anymore; it was survival and silence was my only tool. We’ve waited for a few minutes but it felt like ages. We’re both looking straight ahead, like statues, trying not to move as if we chose shit our pants between fight or flight. suddenly the silence is broken - by me when I gasp as someone behind me grabs my jaw and jerks my head around.