Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light
He Never Saw it Before. It isn't Play
Tuesday night at 11:02 P.M…
That night, I did not sleep easy. No, not at all.
Ghost had me tonight. I guess I went back to being a doll that would be passed around between the boys. There was nothing I could do about it. I had slept in Ricky’s bunk last night and now I was with Ghost. Who would it be next? Chris? Ryan? Vinny?
“Come on, Little One.” Ghost murmured as he took my wrist and led me to his bunk.
It was kind of cold in the bus, but Vinny was trying to work on fixing that. It was nine at night and I just wanted my sweatshirt to sleep in. Alas, I had forgotten it in Ricky’s bunk.
No, wait…my ipod was in there.
A level of fear started to rise in my head again. If he moved it too much, then the device would fall out. I had to protect that device with my life. At least he couldn’t unlock it unless he knew my password.
But if he found it, would he tell Chris?
Ghost let me crawl into his bunk first before he followed me up. I got into a comfortable position as he tucked the blanket around us. I snuggled into the pillow as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. What was up with these boys and trying to kiss me? Damn, it was like I had five controlling boyfriends!
No, four controlling boys and one protective boyfriend.
“Ghost.” Ricky hissed. I opened my eyes, peering over Ghost’s shoulder as he turned around. I propped myself up on one shoulder.
“What’s up, Rick?” Ghost asked. I blinked away fierce sleepiness.
“Rory forgot her sweatshirt in my bunk.” Ricky winked to me and tossed me my sweatshirt. I caught it on my shoulder and smiled to him.
“Thanks, sir.” I whispered. Ghost laughed as Ricky grinned and went back to his bunk. I sat up and tossed on my light sweatshirt again
“Warmer, Little One?” Ghost asked me. I nodded and he wrapped his arms around me once again before yelling at Chris to turn up the heat since Vinny was giving up on the machine. Chris cursed and hit something.
But that’s when I realized something was very wrong. I slyly put one hand into my pocket and gulped heavily.
There wasn’t that weight in there. I didn’t have that familiar rectangle that sat in my pocket and was dead of charge.
My ipod was gone.
That night, I did not sleep easy. No, not at all.
Ghost had me tonight. I guess I went back to being a doll that would be passed around between the boys. There was nothing I could do about it. I had slept in Ricky’s bunk last night and now I was with Ghost. Who would it be next? Chris? Ryan? Vinny?
“Come on, Little One.” Ghost murmured as he took my wrist and led me to his bunk.
It was kind of cold in the bus, but Vinny was trying to work on fixing that. It was nine at night and I just wanted my sweatshirt to sleep in. Alas, I had forgotten it in Ricky’s bunk.
No, wait…my ipod was in there.
A level of fear started to rise in my head again. If he moved it too much, then the device would fall out. I had to protect that device with my life. At least he couldn’t unlock it unless he knew my password.
But if he found it, would he tell Chris?
Ghost let me crawl into his bunk first before he followed me up. I got into a comfortable position as he tucked the blanket around us. I snuggled into the pillow as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. What was up with these boys and trying to kiss me? Damn, it was like I had five controlling boyfriends!
No, four controlling boys and one protective boyfriend.
“Ghost.” Ricky hissed. I opened my eyes, peering over Ghost’s shoulder as he turned around. I propped myself up on one shoulder.
“What’s up, Rick?” Ghost asked. I blinked away fierce sleepiness.
“Rory forgot her sweatshirt in my bunk.” Ricky winked to me and tossed me my sweatshirt. I caught it on my shoulder and smiled to him.
“Thanks, sir.” I whispered. Ghost laughed as Ricky grinned and went back to his bunk. I sat up and tossed on my light sweatshirt again
“Warmer, Little One?” Ghost asked me. I nodded and he wrapped his arms around me once again before yelling at Chris to turn up the heat since Vinny was giving up on the machine. Chris cursed and hit something.
But that’s when I realized something was very wrong. I slyly put one hand into my pocket and gulped heavily.
There wasn’t that weight in there. I didn’t have that familiar rectangle that sat in my pocket and was dead of charge.
My ipod was gone.
Notes
Uh oh, her only way of communication is gone! Will Ricky find it? What happens now? Find out in the next few chapters!!!
Hahaha thank you! Sorry I was watching Jane Eyre with my mommy
5/10/15