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No Matter How Small Prologue

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"What?!" My friend, Jared, asked hysterically across the Burger King booth table.  My other friend, Michael, who was sitting right next to him just about, had Mountain Dew spitting out of his nostrils after I told them my big news.  "Dude, what?"  Jared screamed again, his chest basically leaning into the food on his tray as he leaned toward me with a shocked expression clearly all over his face.

My brown eyes darted around nervously, watching as people started to stare and little kids started to point their little index fingers toward us, asking their parents what's happening over here when the parents quickly hurried them to their table, telling them not to make eye contact.  I buried my face in the palm of my hand.  "Dude, would you keep it down?"

Jared looked at me with a weird expression as if I had just asked him to run around butt naked in front of children. "No, I will not keep it down." He said, slamming his hands on the table, shaking our trays full of food.  "Zack, why are you moving there?"

I sighed, heavily.  The thing was, a few weeks ago, I had graduated from college, where afterwards, I was hopefully going to become a scientist.  Once graduating, I decided to try and find my own place since Mom and Dad have been bugging me for ages to get a house of my own, get married, and have babies so they could have grandchildren.  So far, only one of those has been checked off on my parents' list to a perfect life, and apparently, the location of my new home didn't sit well with my friends.

"Dude, haven't you heard the rumors?"  Michael asked, taking another sip of Mountain Dew through his red and white bendy straw.

I rolled my eyes.  "Those are just rumors.  You know that most of the things you hear aren't true, right?"

"They're true!"  Michael said, defensively, as he angrily put his Mountain Dew down on the table.

"Really?  Remember when Jared said that it was 'Boxer Day' in middle school and you came to school with nothing on except a pair of white boxer shorts?"

Jared stifled a snicker, as he turned away from Michael.  "That was priceless."

Michael growled, glaring daggers at Jared.  "Shut up!"  I started to laugh, myself, when Michael looked back at me.  "But what I say is true this time.  There's something weird in that house."

"Whatever, man."  I responded, plopping a French fry in my mouth and chewing it, savoring its salty goodness.  I didn't understand what was so bad about that house.  Usually rumors aren't correct, right?

Jared started to settle down as he leaned back in the booth, both of his hands resting behind his head.   "Have you bought it yet?"

I smiled.  "Yep.  Everything's signed.  I've seen pictures of the inside on the Internet and it looks great.  It has a low price for a house so spacious and big."

"Maybe because it's haunted and nobody wants to buy it?"  Jared muttered under his breath, his blond hair settling in front of his eyes.  I glared at him with a fiery passion.

Michael nodded.  "Yeah.  I heard there were these mutated rats inside that eat human flesh."

"It's not haunted!  And there are definitely no mutated rats!"  I said, a little too loudly, as returning stares from people and returning fingers from small children started to show.  Embarrassed, I slid deeper into my seat, my face probably as red as a stop sign.

I sighed with frustration.  "You'll see.  I'll prove to you it's not haunted."  Then turning to Michael, said, "And if there are rats or any kind of vermin, I'll buy mouse traps or Scooter will take care of it."

Scooter was my two-year old Beagle.  My parents got him for me one summer before my last year of college.  Too bad I couldn't bring the little guy to my dorm.  He would've been more fun and easy to deal with than the crusty, old teachers that I saw every day for class.  Instead, the furball had to stay with my parents until I came back.  Once I did, I had already made up my mind to take him with me to my new house.

Jared scoffed, mockingly.  "Yeah, good luck with that dude.  I heard that one kid went in there and was never seen again."

"Or he could've just gone out the back door away from sight?"  I said.

"Whatever!  All I'm saying is think about what you're doing."  Jared said, his green eyes softening a little under his yellow bangs, obviously worried about me and the decision that I had made.

I started to get out of the booth, slipping my car keys out of my jacket's pocket, when I said, "I've already made up my mind." I stood up from the booth so I was positioned in front of the table, my car keys firmly gripped in my right hand.  "I'm going to move into that house and prove that it's not haunted."  Then I walked away from the booth, containing Jared and Michael sitting on the seats with dumbfounded looks.

As I neared the Exit, I could just hear Jared babbling on again about the many rumors he heard about my new house.  I sighed, as I pushed open the door, the late summer breeze hitting my face with a gust of wind, blowing away my brown bangs from my eyes.  They were wrong.  There was nothing wrong with that house.  And I would prove it to them.  Tomorrow, I'd be moving in with Scooter by my side and nothing was going to stand in my way.  Even if it meant getting rid of a few rats once there.
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Gah I'm already hooked :3