Locked

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Heavy breathing is heard as footsteps stomp across a leaf covered floor. Many bushes are being pushed. The heavy breathing continues.

 "Cmon George!" Cries out a voice from a young boy. 

"Catch up!" Cries out another voice. 

Eventually a boy emerged from the bushes and catches up with a group of older boys. This boy is 12 years of age. His hair is blonde and has a long fringe. His jeans are ripped and has grass stains on them. The elbows on his jumper consist of the same thing. 

"You ok George?" Says a much taller boy. His hair is is brown and has a quiff. He has achne all around his forehead and he is wearing thick rimmed glasses, skinny jeans and a shirt with rolled up sleeves. This boy is called Walter. Walter puts his hand on Georges shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll slow down for you."

"Don't be such a pussy!" Says a boy with a tank top and baggy jeans. His hair was short. So short it was almost gone and he had freckles on his cheeks.

"Hey, just because he is fatigued doesn't mean you have to be harsh on him, Oliver." Says a kid who is wearing slacks on his extremely high pants, an overly sized shirt and a parting between his greasy, black hair.

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Shouts Oliver with his strong Yorkshire accent "You're such a fucking nerd, Greg"

"Wait what does fatigued mean again?" Says a boy with scruffy light brown hair. He was wearing a standard tee-shirt and jeans. His name was Joe by the way. "Well? What does it mean"

Everyone was silent. Over a fence was a field. In the middle of this field was a large house. The house was gigantic. It must have four floors. It was clearly abandoned. Its wooden walls had cracks in them and was rotting. Windows were scattered everywhere. It didn't look tidy. The house had several doors where you could enter. Lights would flicker in some windows. The electricity still worked.

"Woah" said all the boys in unison. 

"Cmon you lot!" Said Oliver jumping over the fence, exiting the forest. 

The rest of these lads followed Oliver as he dashed over to the rickedy mansion.

Walter moved to the door and grabbed the handle and swung it open, leaving a trail of dust behind. A big gust of wind exited the house making the boys hair move. Walter took a step inside.