The tranquility of the forest was interrupted by off tune singing and flashes of light.  A blond teenager carelessly strolled through the trees, snapping pictures at whatever caught her fancy.  Of course, with it being night, everything was mostly blobs of darkness.  She really hoped Isaac was taking better pictures than her because as much fun as she was having, she doubted many of her pictures would be useful.  But really, why had he suggested meeting so close to nightfall anyways?<br/><br/>Her phone buzzed again, a long stream of vibrating that finally cut off.  As if protesting her lack of attention, it buzzed once more and then mercifully fell quiet.  Vivio tapped a finger against her phone, debating checking what was on her phone.  She was 80% certain it was her mom, but there was a chance it was Gabrielle.  She weighed the possibility of having to deal with her mom with another text from her sister.<br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue">“Ugh! You better appreciate this, Gabs!”</span>She complained aloud, her joy from randomly snapping photos rapidly vanishing.  She thrust her hand into her pocket and pulled out her phone again.  The speech bubble was present again, this time with a 11 by it, as was the mini-phone that indicated missed calls.  She closed her eyes and unlocked her phone, letting her eyes adjust to the blast of light through her eyelids and then slowly peeking them open.  She scrolled to the messages and read them stonily.<br/><br/><span style="color: gray">Gabzz: Haha, you’re totally that duckie!  Yellow and massive!<br/>Parental Unit (F): VIvio, where are you? Please call me.<br/>Parental Unit (F): Vivio, call me once you get this message.<br/>Parental Unit (F): Vivio, are you safe?  I’ll come pick you up once you call me.<br/>Parental Unit (F): Vivio, I called Mr. Payne and he says neither you nor Isaac are back yet.  We’re both worried, please call me right away.<br/>Gabzz: Vivio, maybe you should call Mom?  She sounded pretty worried.<br/>Parental Unit (M): Please call me or your mom when you get this phone message.<br/>Parental Unit (F): Vivio, I just heard that there’s some sort of gang activity in the forests tonight.  The police are forbidding us from leaving our houses.  Please get out of there and to the police ASAP.<br/>Aisha:  Party down at G Lounge.  You coming sparklez?<br/>Gabzz: Vivio, can you please call Mom?  I’m getting worried too.<br/>Gabzz: Fck. I just heard about the forest.  Get out of there now.  Call me if you need ANYTHING.</span><br/><br/>God, mothers were so annoying.  Gang activity out here?  The teenager snorted at the thought.  Oh yeah, maybe there was a hidden meth lab out here?  Were the gangs peddling heroin to the squirrels or something?  God, her mom was so gullible.  Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming in her direction.  Whoever was approaching wasn’t bothering being discreet about it.  Nonetheless, she brought her fingers together,<span style="font-style: italic">just in case</span>.  The sound of Isaac’s sheepish voice had her snorting in disgust, her hand going to her head to rake through her hair instead.  Her errant classmate returned.<br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue">“Whatever.”</span>Vivio dismissed his apology, irritation making her short tempered.<span style="color: deepskyblue">“Did you get any nice photos?  I think— What’s that sound?“</span>She cut off abruptly, her head jolting up to look at the path in front of them.  Her night vision was still destroyed by her phone so she couldn’t see much but she thought.  Her phone buzzed in her hand and she looked down to see the name “Aisha” flash over her screen.  She quickly opened the message.<br/><br/><span style="color: gray"> Aisha: Lolol.  Heard E88 and ABB are ‘communing’ with nature tonight.  If only drinks weren’t half off at G, I’d tots be there to lmao.</span><br/><br/>She clicked off her phone and immediately switched it to silent mode, shoving it in her mouth.  She whipped her windbreaker, thankfully black, off her waist and donned it, zipping it up to her throat.  She dropped her phone in the front pocket of her windbreaker where it would be out of the way in case… anything happened.<br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Hope you know this forest as good as you claim.  Sounds like shit’s getting real.”</span>