I Went With My Best Friend To Our Childhood Hangout Spot, And We Really Should Have Just Stayed Home

Daniel slowly trickled out of our trio of friendship after middle school and officially slipped away early in high school. Always the wild card, the black sheep of our group, he didn’t have the clean middle class shine of Jeremy and my family’s to support him as a kid and he was already kind of like an amateur drifter by the time we wrote those predictions at age 12. He was always showing up at Jeremy and my parents’ house around dinner time unannounced and sleeping over on school nights for multiple nights in a row because his house was a wreck. We were too young to notice it at the time, but Daniel was a ticking time bomb.

The fuse of that time bomb officially lit just after we made these predictions when Daniel first discovered drugs. Like some cliché out of an after school special, he got offered weed walking home from the bus one day and quickly dove head first into it, alcohol and all the other taboos which too much of both led to.

Pretty soon my and Jeremy’s parents forbade us from hanging out with Daniel and we didn’t really want to anyways, his crowd was rough, he toughened far beyond his years in a quick amount of time and only seemed to care about drugs and his off and on again bad news older girlfriends. We were much more interested in playing Playstation and drinking Pepsi.

By the time high school came around, Jeremy and I would barely even say hi to Daniel if we passed him in the hallway and we didn’t even need to do that for long. Daniel dropped out within a year or two of high school and rumoredly had been sent to juvy.

This was all in Daniel’s prediction, which was eerie enough, but it was what he predicted later that sent shivers down my spine.

The predictions about me and Jeremy.



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