Let me start by saying, I wasn’t the best student in high school. I had a 3.3 GPA, and I didn’t put in much of an effort. However, that is beside the point. At least I had graduated, and at least my dads were proud of me. Yes, that’s right, dads. Emphasis on the “s”. So what if my parents were gay? It didn’t bother me, that’s for sure.
Once I announced I would in fact be graduating, they offered to throw our class’s graduation party at our house. The party started at 10, and it’s now half-past midnight. Two and a half hours in, and the party was in full swing. The music was loud, the bass was painful. My head was pounding from the four shots I've had. It was getting a little cray cray in there with all of the drinking, so I decided to go for a walk. At night. On the beach. Probably not one of my brightest ideas.
I’m getting close to the pier. I should probably turn back. I spin around, and that’s when I see it. A dark, shadowy figure, leaping out of a nondescript white van which had “AJ’s Upholstery” plastered on the side. And then it hit me: he was running towards me. And not just running, like a full on sprint. As if he was in the Olympics. At this point, I was TERRIFIED. Why was he running at me?!? The next thing I knew, I was on the ground with a cloth over my mouth. I had watched too much Investigation Discovery to know that this rag was absolutely drenched in chloroform.