“Wow, what a cold day for late February,” I exclaimed as Jerome and I walked home. It was a pretty cold day, all the trees were bare and the gray sky seemed to be frowning down at every one. No one was out and everything was silent except for a occasional chirp of a bird or a squirrel skittering across the street. We walked alongside the uneven brick road. No cars were coming down the street either way.
“I guess this is what you’d expect from everyone on a Friday; just vegging out and doing nothing,” Jerome remarked.
“Aren’t you excited for the camp out tonight?” I questioned.
“Not really, it's going to be pretty cold,” he said.
We got back home and there was a note on the kitchen table.
“It says, Jamal and Jerome please go to the store to get some marshmallows for the camp out, here is $10 - Love Dad,” I said. Jerome picked up the $10.
“But the store is so far away!” Jerome complained
“Come on let’s go, if we take our bikes it won’t take as long,” I said.
We biked down the road and we saw a lonely van up ahead. As we biked by the van the horn went off and we both fell of our bikes.
A guy got out of the van and said “You kids looking for anything?” He said with a smile on his face.
“No we ar…,” I started but then Jerome blurted out,
“We need marshmallows for tonight's camp out.”
“I have lots of marshmallows, just get in the back of my van and get a pack from the boxes.”
So Jerome and I climbed into the back of the van, the second I looked into the boxes I sensed something was wrong. I turned around and was filled with dread. How could we of been so blind! Our parent always told us not to talk to strangers. As I turned around I saw the man slamming the door to the van closed.
Jerome turned around,
“What just happened?!” He asked frantically.
“ I think we just got kidnapped,” I said.
“I can't believe I'm going to die this way!” Jerome cried, “We’re going to die!”
“Chill maybe there is a way we can out of here,” I said.
5 minutes later the door opened.
“Didn't your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” The man asked, “Well you did, so now we are going to turn you to into marshmallows.”
“How does that work?” I asked fearfully.
“ Duh that's how all marshmallows are made.” I all of a sudden had no desire for marshmallows anymore and thought of all those times eating s'mores, just the thought of it sent shivers down my spine.
“So you shred up kids and turn them into marshmallows?”
“Yeah, basically, and since we ran out of ingredients,” he said while making air quotes, “we need you guys to make marshmallows.” I also of a sudden remembered how we were biking and the van, all of it how we were so stupid to get into the van and now we were going to get grinded up and turned into marshmallows. How could we of avoided it? He took me first and tied me up, then Jerome. He got ready to push us into the shredder.
“It’s been a good life,” Jerome said. We were standing on the edge. He pushed us in. Then I woke with a startle. I sat up. I looked over at Jerome who was sleeping across the room. It was quiet and peaceful in the room. Then I went back to bed.