"Kimberly James," he read. "You from out of state?" he asked, for the first time actually looking into her eyes."No, I go to school here. That's my pa...ent's address. Please! I can't get arrested," she cried. "I'll lose my scholarship. My parents will kill me." She looked at him pleadingly, tears welling up in her eyes."You know what 'sorry' means?" the black guard asked. "It means 'too fuckin' late'. Now shut the fuck up!" he shouted with an aggravated voice.Wide-eyed, her stare went from the. “Don’t get caught Squib.” Ray called and went up to his room and lay back on his bed thinking. Ray lay back on his bed and started thinking over all the things he’d read about Freddy. Was it possible that Christine really had dreamt up the famous killer of Elm Street? The one who’d killed dozens of children while he was alive and more after he’d died. Without noticing his eyes fluttered and he yawned. “We’re down by 5, ten seconds on the clock.” Ray nodded as he listened to the coach explain. It was difficult to drink like this and very embarrassing being down on all 4s lapping from a bowl as he watched her. The next thing he wanted was food. For this she had to go to the kitchen so she was allowed to wear a dressing gown and walk properly. She walked to the kitchen nervously she didnt want to be caught like this by her housemates. She walked into the kitchen and was relieved to find that it was empty so she quickly started to prepare the food wanting to get out of the kitchen. It was the day before the forth of July, the 3rd. It had been agreed upon by the various families that, though they did not know each other they might as well celebrate together, the following day. So arrangements were made for the party to be held at the ‘Smith’ house (a renovated barn/condo type deal). Plans sounded good to me. So The next day I emerged from my tent in the morning, dalleyed by the rocks till dinner, then dragged my guitar toward the growing number of rich country clubbers at.