None of the other kids from Stewart Falls appeared to be hanging there. We finally found them in the video arcade. Mike was playing on a machine that was obnoxiously loud and flashy. While he shot down alien spacecrafts, Dallas giggled like he was a rock-star. Ringo introduced me to the rest of his friends. Their names all ran together and I knew I wouldn’t remember them for long. The girls barely acknowledged me, acting snooty like Dallas had been all week. Great, this evening was rapidly turning into a total bust. I really didn’t want to be around there. I tried to pretend I was interested in the games, but after I lost three dollars trying to pull a stupid stuffed toy up with some tongs, I quit. What was I going to do now? If I wasn’t playing the games, I’d be forced to talk to them. Ringo and Mike were caught up in a hunting game. They were trying to stake vampires before they got bitten. The girls watched and cheered them on with high pitched squeals, which only added to the noise level.
