“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” Troy says to Michael.
“That girl died. It’s been all over the news. I think it was a clown, I don’t think this is funny anymore.”
“Suit yourself. You don’t know for sure it was a clown so it’s still funny.”
“How is it? Someone died.”
“That makes it scarier. And then funnier.”
“We’re going to get in trouble.”
“We’re fourteen, what are they going to do?”
“I don’t know arrest us?”
“And we will be home before tomorrow. Just grow a pair. We’re doing this.”
“No, I’m not. You can, but I’m going home.”
“Suit yourself coward.” Michael shouts as Troy walks out of the bedroom.
Michael rubs the outfit that he found in the attic. It was his older brothers from a few years ago. He seen the videos online, people dressed up as clowns and scaring people. It’s hilarious to him.
“I can’t believe you’re such a coward,” Michael says, knowing Troy can’t hear him. “I’m going to do this, and you’re going to wish you were there.”
He sits there, looking at the outfit. He can’t believe it’s still there. No one will know it’s him doing it. There won’t be many out on the street tonight, not after that girl died. And it can’t be traced back to him. He just needs a weapon. He tucks the costume under the bed and head downstairs.
“Hi sweetie,” his mum says as he walks into the kitchen. “Can I get you something?”
“No. I’m good. Just getting a drink.”
“Ok, there’s some fresh juice in the fridge. I got it today.”
Michael goes to the fridge but pulls out the Cola. He has no intention of drinking juice. He grabs a glass from the draining board and fills it, slowly. His mum leaves the room as he finishes. So he quickly grabs the largest knife he can find and shoves it deep into his trouser leg. No one will know, he keeps telling himself. No one will know.