The Junkyard

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"Are you crazy? It's four o'clock in the morning!" I shouted. Miranda was outside my window, throwing rocks again. We were those type of girls who never listened to our parents. We snuck out all the time. In fact, we did it so much, they started to not care anymore. That was okay with us.

"Brandi, Get down here!" Miranda shot the ladder upward, clinging it to my window. I climbed down the two story ladder to the dark driveway below.

"What do you want at this hour? Why couldn't you have woken me up at midnight!" I loudly whispered, shocking Miranda.

"Sorry.. I just thought we could go over to the junk yard tonight. I heard there's gonna be a fight."

"Alright.. I'll go, But only because I love to watch people fight.

Miranda and I walked to the junkyard, unaware of what was waiting for us. When Miranda and I got to the junkyard, there was no one there.

"Hey.. wheres the fight?" Miranda said, Puzzled.

"I don't know. Lets go look around a bit, maybe they're in a different section of the yard?"

"Yeah, but wouldn't we hear them?" Just then.. *BANG* A gun shot went off.

"MIRANDA, LOOK OUT!" I shouted, shocked. Miranda moved just in time for the bullet just to skim her arm. Maybe leaving in the middle of the night wasn't such a good idea anymore. As Brandi and Miranda were sitting on the ground from shock, a storm cloud moved in.

"Who shot that?" Asked Brandi. As far as they could tell, they were alone in the junkyard. Brandi and Miranda would of seen someone dashing back and forth from the garbage piles, because they weren't this tall at this time of year. The state had just cleared it out, only to have it pile back up. Just then, another bullet shot out. This time, at Brandi.

"BRANDI!" but she appeared to be dead before she hit the ground. Miranda was scared, but she wouldn't cry. She was the tough one out of them all.

"Brandi.. I swear.. I'll find out who did this to you." Miranda pulled out her cellphone, to call her other friends. She didn't call the cops. She couldn't. She decided to call their closest friends. The phone started to ring. Three rings. Four. No answer from Hannah. She decided to call her other friend. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four.

"Who is this." Boomed the voice in the phone.

"Its me, Miranda."

"What do you need."

"I think Brandi's dead." The phone hung up. Miranda yelled hello a couple more times, only to find out that she had lost service with all the metal and magnets around. Miranda sighed, and sat down on the cold scrap metal. It took a while, but she finally noticed that it was raining. Brandi was laying on the ground, She looked lifeless and limp. What could she do? She had no one else to turn to, especially not her parents. she could never turn to them after her father had left them. She hated her step dad, and her mom. Who could she turn to? She couldn't leave Brandi here alone. So Miranda tried to leave for help.

As Miranda was walking along the narrow paths, she didn't see the dark black scrap metal on the muddy dirt ground. Miranda tripped, and gashed open her leg. In the process she twisted it, and finally after 2 minutes of trying to get up, she realized it was broken. She couldn't leave. She couldn't get help for Brandi. She could never do anything for anyone without messing it up. [To be continued...]