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Kyle slept as if he were in his grave, he was so tired. Outside the window, though, other events were taking place.
Not directly outside the window, but back where they were. The police were looking into the death of that kid. They hadn't found Kyle and the others guilty yet, but they were primary suspects, considering their dissapearence. Hell, they didn't even know what had happened yet, not exactly.
All they knew was that it was manslaughter, wether intentional or not was a whole other story.

 

 

Kyle grunted. "Yeah? That sucks."
He rolled onto his other side and fell back asleep. Before she could even protest he mumbled an explanation into the cushion.
"There isn't much we can do about it tonight. It would be awfully suspisiously if four kids who look vaguely like the ones those cops are looking for suddenly leave their room after only half the night is out, taking off in a truck that matches a description of one they're looking for."
Kyle rolled back over. "They aren't going to break down the door in the middle of the night and question us. We can leave early tomorrow. Just try to get some sleep for now."

 

 

Kyle grunted with reluctance but scooted over anyway, too tired to argue.
He quickly fell back asleep, off to the land of Nod.
His dreams were wierd. It started off with him standing in a school alone. Wait, not alone. A teacher strolled down the hallway.
"Mr. Ulsbane, please go to the office and see the principal," she said.
"Why?" Kyle asked uncertainly.
The teacher looked hard at him. "We know what it is you did, Mr. Ulsbane. Go."
And suddenly he was facing the principal.
"Ah, Kyle! Thank you for coming down! What's troubling you?"
"I did something horrible... Now my friends are paying for it along with me."
"Did you mean to do what you did?"
"Does it matter?"
"Of course."
"This is a dream, isn't it?" Kyle asked, suspicious.
"Probably."
Kyle shook his head. "Then it's too bad. I'm making all this up to comfort my self... Pathetic."
And then he woke up.
As soon as he was awake he glanced at the clock. 5, on the dot.
"Everybody up!" he called out softly. "Get packed, get going!"

 

 

"Everyone else? Ready? Set? Go!"
Needless to say, Kyle was a morning person.
They encountered no cops as they left and packed up the car. Twenty minutes later they were checked out and zooming down the highway again, Kyle with the radio up bouncing along to the radio.

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