I hated today's episode!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to puke... 🤢
Good thing...In my story Tanveer is a good character...
Chapter 4: Tanveer
I hate art class. But when I got shut out of music this term- because all of those classes are reserved for people who actually have musical talent. My advisor insisted that art is the elective someone like me should take. Someone who wears all black. It is obvious that I enjoy stuff like art.
I am drawing a chicken's head. It's got a hand gripped around its throat. It is not that I hate chicken. I am just trying to piss people off. To feed on what they already think they know about me. When none of them even stopped to really find out.
Asad Ahmed Khan moves from his table across the room and plops down on the stool beside mine. "Hey there, Miss. Sweetie," he says. He isn't talking to me. He's talking to the girl across from me at my table. Sheza glances up at him, but then starts sketching a portrait of her boyfriend.
"Hey," she mutters, less than enthusiastic to talk. She is still working on her sketch.
"Is that Tyler you are drawing?" he asks.
She nods.
"I missed you at Jacob's party. It was awesome. How come you didn't go?" he says.
"I had to study."
"Really? Study? Haven't you heard, weekend starts at 3 on Thursday?"
"Which is why you are flunking school," I say cutting in.
"Are you talking to me, Halloween?" Asad asks.
"If the point-zero-seven GPA fits."
"For you information, I have better plans than school."
"A Hobo."
Asad turns his back to me and continues to annoy Sheza. "I am doing this film project," he explains. "I thought that maybe you and Tyler might like to give me a hand."
"Why?" she asks.
"Why am I making a movie?"
"No, why would we want to help you?"
Asad's mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. "What's with you?" he says after a few seconds.
Sheza shrugs, but doesn't say anything.
"It's for this reality TV contest," he continues, not giving up.
I take a second glance at him; he's got on this tight long sleeved T-shirt that shows off the bulges in his chest and arms.
"No," Sheza says.
"I haven't even told you the details yet," Asad continues. "I'm filming it at the Danvers crazy hospital."
"On the hill?"
He nods.
"Then definitely count me out."
"They don't even let people tour the place anymore." I say.
"Still talking, Halloween?"
"You're a jerk," Sheza says to him. She gets up and moves to another table.
Meanwhile, I turn towards Asad, watching as he lets out a sigh. "She's right, you know," I say, before he can get up. "You are a jerk and an idiot, too. Everybody knows no one can break into that place at night."
"I have my ways."
"Oh, yeah?"
Asad readjusts himself on the stool, as though finally ready to listen.
"There has been like 30 arrests there in last month alone. Everyone wants one last look before the place gets torn down."
"How do you know all this?" he asks.
"Let's just say I have my ways, too. I also know how to get pass the security guards."
"Yeah," he says, looking me over.
"I could tell you, too, you know' how to get in, I mean. But, first you have to tell me about your film."
"Why?"
"Because you won't get into the building unless you do. You know my abbu is on the zoning board, don't you?"
Asad crinkles his brow, not getting the last part about my abbu. And why wouldn't he? It's not like the zoning committee has anything to do with the security business at the asylum. Still, Asad doesn't argue, instead climbs farther into the web I've spun. But it's not like I am lying or anything. It is true about the arrests for break ins- but the number was more like ten. Regardless, Asad fills me in about the film and the contest.
"I still need to get a cast together," he continues. "I want to use people who are different-people who will spark a lot of drama."
"Look no further," I say, completely piqued by the idea.
"Seriously?"
"Why not?"
Asad's chocolate eyes grow wide. He looks around to see if anyone is listening, and them lower's his voice.
"Are you free Friday night?"
"Sure," I say, matching his tone.
He nods. "So, what is your real name, Halloween?"
"Tanveer." I sigh, annoyed that he doesn't know it. We have been going to school together for four years now. Not surprised.
He nods as if it finally clicks in. "So can you really get us in?"
"Sure thing," I say, since I do know how to get in. Thanks to online maps and chat sites devoted to asylum urban exploration, I know exactly where to park, what time to go, how to dress, and what to bring. I must have planned out the trip at least a hundred times in my head. I've just never had the nerve to go through it.
That haunted asylum is the one place I've purposely avoided, the same one I need to see once and for all.
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