They led him to a room that was dimly lit. The walls were gray and the metal table that sat in the middle had two loops of metal on each side, in movies they handcuffed the criminals to it.

A man sat at the other end of the table where a mirror like glass on the wall was placed, it was one of those where only one side could see out.

William was nervous, even though he was guilty of nothing. The cold metal that touched his elbows as he sat down woke a new fear he had never felt before.

His bad luck seemed to have set a phobia, a phobia of the unknown future and his fate at the mercy of his luck, of which he had no control of.

When they started asking questions he explained the best he could, the fear that the outcome of not answering well enough would lead to him having a lifetime of jail. He didn’t feel any sense of comfort even after he’d left the police station that night.

Fate was a terrible thing, or was it really luck? It might very well just be karma too.

He’d never believed in such invisible things until he’d somehow lived through today.

—

The wind ruffled the man’s hair as he revved up his 420 Mercadino, the car's sleek body vibrated with the engine.

His hands gripped the steering wheel and hit the gas and brakes. All the cars started revving in sync.

The lady in the front waved the flag as half her tits showed. She smirked at them as her blue hair wished with the wind kicked by the cars.

The second car revved too low and launched off the track at a crawl, the other cars sped past.

As they made the corner the third car over revved and slowly started to swerve.

The first car was in first place until the second car, who had been left behind smacked his back wheel sending him flying and making donuts.

The fourth car had ran into a wall all on his own and was destroying the fences of nearby houses.

With so much damage done the neighborhood called the cops and the cars scattered.

The blue haired woman shot daggers as they ran off.

—

“Well she looks angry.” Troy commented.

Dilly looked exasperated “No wonder, we just ruined their night. This was the first race.”

Asher looked over at William in anger but could only hold back once he saw him.

“You look even worse than that day we went hiking. You should go and rest man.” Asher worried and ruffled his hair.

The four of them decided to play games to destress but William didn’t look very good. The time spent at the station had left him thinking the worst of his future, he’d ran his brain haggard.

He couldn’t focus on the game with such life changing events.

“Maybe you should take a break from the city. I heard your grandfather left you an old house in the woods? I’m sure you can do your school work there and spend the rest of the time laying on a hammock.” Troy advised.

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“Would he even be able to connect to the internet?” Asher asked, he’d been to the house when they were younger.

William understood his concerns, “I’m pretty sure they set up some radio stations nearby, it should be internet accessible.”

“It's the end of the year and the UEE test is coming up, it’s not like we have to go to school for the test since it’s all online.” Dilly stroked his chin and thought about it.

“You're right.” William went over the prospects. He could relax once spring was over and he had finished his UEE.

The UEE (United Education Evaluation) was a test that tested the aptitude and memory one had of their prior education. It tested all the topics the grades one to twelve had gone over.

The higher the score the higher the schools ranking they could attend. Though rankings weren’t all there was to a school.

Some higher schools couldn’t provide what lower ranking ones could.

Although the more options one had the better, and that’s one of the reasons why all parents of students encourage their children to reach high scores.

‘Hopefully my luck will improve once I’m out of the city.’

His summer might just be able to wash out the bad luck of the spring.

His friends talked and joked for a few minutes before deciding it was time to sleep.

They each took a guest room of their own.

The house had four guest rooms, seven bathrooms, two servant rooms, three main family rooms, and other miscellaneous rooms.

The house was three stories and marble in color. Troy's parents worked a high paying government job.

His parents went against the mainstream that all rich people cared little about the poor, even though they were rich they were humble. They had let his friends stay whenever they pleased and attended their birthday party’s.

As they ate breakfast that morning they discussed how he’d make it to the old house.

“Are there any buses that can send you?” Dilly asked.

“I went through the buses that can be taken and the closest the bus can get is one town over.” William stayed up late looking through the bus terminal website.

“I have to call a friend up to bring me a horse so we can travel back.”

“You can ride a horse?” Troy was surprised.

“Of course he can! He grew up on a farm. You should’ve seen him when he was younger, he didn’t even know how to work an elevator.” Asher laughed and teased William.

William glared at him but Asher only laughed harder.

“Well when Asher first came by to the farm he hopped into the field to pet a cow but instead was chased for two hours.”

William smirked and pointed at Asher with anger.

Asher glared back and flung a piece of bacon on Williams plate.

William threw a grape at Asher’s face, it smacked his nose and rolled away.

“Alright alright, you guys. We need to discuss who’ll check on William's house and when.” Dilly glared at the both of them, they could only duke it out later.

“No Sundays for me! I have to babysit my little sis on sundays!” Asher yelled out.

“I can cover Sundays. Asher can take Wednesdays and Dilly will take Fridays. Agreed?” Troy asked.

“You got it, boss.” Asher winked.

“Yep, but question.” Dilly asked “who’s watering Wills plants?”

They all looked at each other in dismay. They were all terrible at taking care of plants, whatever they touched died.

“I already asked the auntie across the hall to water them for me.”

The three of them breathed out in relief.

As they all talked and joked, Williams' phone rang.

“Shush, it’s the police.” His three friends' voices dwindled.

“Yes, this is him. Yes…No.” Williams' face paled, his eyes held a fear that his three friend's skin tingle. They all erupted in goosebumps.