The Walk

Sixteen year old Lila and her boyfriend; nineteen year old Aden, were with some friends. It was Friday after all, the only time Lila’s father would her stay out late but these weren’t her friends though; they were Aden’s. Tonight, instead of going to a cinema or hang out at a park like any normal teenagers would. They decide it would be fun to wonder through some dark woods and deliberately stumble upon The Monk’s path that Lila’s father had told her about.

Lila knew where they were and felt uncomfortable, her heart evaluated more when she saw one of Aden’s friends open a black box and revealed Ouija broad. Lila hardly knew Aden’s friend, her name is Sandra and she seemed like a weird one, a metal head type. Wear’s black contacts in her almond shape eyes with her black and blonde long dreadlocks.

 “Aden this is a bad idea!” Lila softly pleaded to him. Squeezing his arm as she watched his friend set up the Ouija broad.

 “Chicken” said another of Aden’s weird friends. His name was Paul, tall with oily pale complexion with pale blue eyes and medium length black hair. He brushed passed Lila and smiled.

 “Lay off Paul” Aden replied playfully and shoved Paul away.

“I can take you home if you like babe?” Aden held Lila firmly at his side, comforting her. Lila looked at him and could tell in his eyes, he wanted her to stay. She felt he was pleading almost without having to do it.

Paul and Sandra sat in silence around the Ouija broad, with torches and candles that could barely stay a light because of the wind. It looked like a scene out of a horror movie, they both glared seriously, waiting.

 “No It’s fine Aden, I’ll stay but if this s**t gets crazy; I’m out of here” 

Lila tightened her hold with Aden and laughed nervously. But no one was laughing with her, just Jake. They both moved forwards and Lila stood for a moment before considering that she needed to sit down. A weary feeling grew in her, looking down at the broad and then at Aden as he knelt down, then Paul taking a drag of his cigarette and then Sandra chanting. Lila thought carefully and shivered as the wind blew around her neck. I should of Listened to Dad.

Author's Note

Ok i thought i'd give it a shot at writing in third person as I'm always writing from first person and whether its worth continuing...
Well it's not really story of such, yet, but this is what I've come up with so far. I'm just not sure third person is for me...
Let me know good or bad... lol

Reviews

[KAREN]

Solid!! Would love to read more, it was getting so good and now it's over! More please!!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I think you have a great plot to work with here, i would love to read more! I liked the used of writing in third person!

[Everett DeValle]

I thought the story was cool...I like third person narratives...first person, I would use, of course, when talking about yourself...but talking about someone else, third person is great, unless, you want to be that character in first person...good story, sounds like everyday children with curiosity trying to fulfill those needs: spin the bottle, quiji board, etc. A lovely read.