~Teaser~

~Teaser~

It all started as a prank. It was just a joke.
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A boy looking to be about the age of seventeen was walking down a fairly empty road. No cars drove down the dim-lit pavement at this time of the night, not that many people were up at this hour of their own free will in the first place. He didn't even know why he'd stayed up so late... It had been a stupid idea from the start.

He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, trying to warm himself as best as he could. The red jacket's hood was up to protect his face from the blowing wind, and he'd remembered to actually wear socks! It was that cold.

What was he doing out there so late? Walking home, of course. He'd been hanging out with friends at an old abandoned factory they'd declared their own secret meeting spot five or six years ago. It had stayed that way since.

Dmetri was the boy's name. For all those who look at the name in confusion, it's pronounced Dim-ee-tree. Now that we have that out of the way, on with the story.

Dmetri was an idiot.

He was an idiot, and he knew it. Staying out so late after having been lectured about not "hanging out with that crowd" anymore in the first place.

So what if he'd sneaked out? So what if he'd stayed out until one in the morning? So what if it was below zero and he had only his lucky red hoodie and a pair of jeans? It was all good. Being a teenager was all about rebellion, right? He had to do it when he still could.

Yes, Dmetri was truly an idiot.