Jason stepped out from the door of the ragged, pickup truck. It reeked of gasoline and cigarettes. The chipped paint and mud splatter revealed the poor maintenance of the truck. “You sure ‘bout this Jason,” Donna’s voice questioned from the driver’s seat nervously. Smoke spiraling up from the cigarette she held in her left hand. Jason nodded. His black eyes meeting her light blue ones. “I’ll keep in touch,” he promised as he shut the door. “You’d better,” Donna threatened, flicking the cigarette out the window before driving off, leaving a billowing cloud of dust to mark her path.
Jason’s pale skin was starting to redden in the hot sunlight. He shaded his dark eyes with his hand. The school was larger than Jason had initially thought. He looked at the ground; the grass was a bright shade of green and smelled fresh. Jason let his arm fall to his side, and grimaced at the bright sun. The door to the mansion was not far, but Jason was not a fan of being out in the sun.
He melted into the shadow of a tree, letting the darkness cover his body, shrouding him in a deep embrace. He closed his eyes for a moment, completely relaxed. When they opened he was outside the mansion door. He smiled as he grabbed the golden door handle.
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