Game Night by Joe Zito

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Joe Zito
    Copyright Joe Zito 2015
    Published at Smashwords
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Special report from the newsroom of
WROK 106, Tiptonia, Indiana-
     
    Police have begun a statewide manhunt
in an effort to find two men that have escaped from a Kentucky
state prison last week. Manfred Davis 35 and Cooper Duggan 32 have
been targeting upper class neighborhoods by showing up on
unsuspecting families doorsteps pretending to be seriously injured
in a car accident, and once inside their victims home they proceed
to hold them hostage and ransack their home for jewelry, money and
other various items of a high value. So far they have struck at
least two neighborhoods in Illinois and Kentucky and now
authorities are concerned that they are heading towards Indiana
now. The most disturbing aspect of this according to Sgt. Owens of
the Tiptonia Police Dept. is the execution style murders of the
victims. Police in both Illinois and Kentucky have found helpless
victims, dead on their living room floor with their hands tied
behind their backs and major head wound trauma from a gunshot.
Local police are urging homeowners in all classes of neighborhoods
to not answer the door if it sounds suspicious or if you feel in
danger. They are said to be wearing regular blue jeans and dark
t-shirts. Manfred Davis also wears a red bandana around his neck.
Above all, these men are considered extremely dangerous and if you
are to come in contact with them you are urged to stay away and
call 911 immediatley.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Megan Birch was already in her seat
well before the bell rang on the last period of the day. She
couldn’t wait to get the math final over with and despite a
ready-made cheat sheet, well hidden under desk and taped to her
knee, she was still nervous as hell about getting caught. She had
Conner Evans to thank for the extra help with getting at least half
the answers right on the exam. He couldn’t say no to her and she
knew he wouldn’t. He just couldn’t resist those big brown eyes of
hers and her thick and wavy shoulder length brown hair. Plus she
smelled really nice to when she asked him a week before the exam.
For Connor it wasn’t easy being a math whiz, especially when
everyone from the shoprats to the jocks asked you for help, be it
with homework or cheating on a test. He didn’t mind though helping
out Megan.
    Her stomach fluttered as her
math teacher Mr. Donner made his way around the room handing out
exams. He wanted to make sure each and every one of his students
got the test personally delivered to them so he knew for sure they
got it and weren’t up to any funny stuff. Megan could feel her
underarms birth new sweat as he walked past her. Don’t worry girl, you got this. Just one more week
and good riddance Tiptonia High and hello big, wonderful
Hollywood, she thought. Megan hated math
but loved and excelled highly in drama class. She had great hopes
of becoming an actress someday and she wasn’t going to let some
lame math exam get in her way. She nibbled at her pencil eraser as
Mr. Donner said, “Begin. You have forty five minutes.” Great. Forty
five minutes of worrying about equations and useless math garbage
keeping her from realizing her dream of becoming an actress and
wondering if she’ll ever make it out of Tiptonia and move on to
better places. That sweat in her arm pits was almost saturating her
t-shirt. Good thing she didn’t forget to wear deodorant. The clock
was ticking away and she did her best to look casual as she peeked
below her desk to see the answers Connor had provided her
with. How can I concentrate on square roots
when all I wanna do is play make believe on a stage with other
people and read scripts and go over line delivery with my acting
coach and have a director tell me I’m the greatest living actress
in the world today. C’mon Conner baby don’t