Meghan: Ice Cream

I feel like retelling the tale of the park and the car and the Thomas…so here we go

It all started when Jasmine savagely attacked Sarah with her knee (or Abe used Jasmine as a projectile to attack Sarah, not sure which), causing copious amounts of blood to pour from the innocent freshman’s nose. So we took a break from the glory that is laptag to watch her try to stop the bloody fountain with lots of tissues. It was then that the light playful sounds of an ice-cream truck could be heard on the wind.
I froze and whipped my head towards the sound while asking in almost religious tones, “Does anyone else hear an ice cream truck?” They did and all of our faces were pointed to where it coasted, gleaming and white, on the other side of the park. I blinked at it for several seconds, pondering running to the thing, when I was beaten to it by Thomas. He sped towards it with a childlike glee that would be his doom.
A heartbeat of silence passed and while we pondered what we would do Abe noticed that Thomas had left his wallet and everything on the table, and so would be unable to purchase delicious ice cream.
So he logically suggested that we take his stuff and hide it.
In the precious moments that we had, we scooped up all of the stuff on the table and started running away. Where were we going to go and hide said stuff? Someone suggested we take Thomas’ car, since his keys were so handily left with us.
Having decided on a course of action, while yelling at all of them that we were insane, we sprinted towards the gravel parking lot. After all, Thomas had probably noticed that we weren’t at the picnic tables anymore.
Sayre was the designated driver, being that he looked reasonably responsible, he got there first, and he knew Thomas better. He opened the car and unlocked the doors so that we could all pile in the backseat.
We drove Sarah home, we could have gone many terrible places but…we are good people and we restrained Abe.
In the car Abe sat in the front seat going through Thomas’ stuff and plotting to take over his identity. In the back were Me, Jasmine, Jarrod, Malcolm, and Sarah, doggy piled. We fit. Sort of. After dropping Sarah off we fit better.
After driving around a bit we headed back to the park and left the car in a different spot. We went back to the picnic tables and after failing to find Thomas there left to get ice cream at Dairy Queen figuring eventually he’d appear. We all got cones (except Jarrod who got a banana split khhh non conformist) and Abe told the nice DQ people that we took all of our friend’s stuff and if he wandered in there lost and confused to direct him towards the park. On the way back to the park we met Thomas coming across the road and all was well. He went to get ice cream and freak out the DQ people with some bloody rags…But it was fun.
But unfortunately I don't think Thomas will ever skip innocently after ice cream again.

-Meghan