Andy looked up. He had never actually met this guy before, but he knew exactly who he was. Paul Daley was a well renowned dealer of what he and others of his crew referred to as 'wacky baccy'. He generally spent most of his time loitering around with all the other dope heads at Rock Cragg, a well disclosed rocky area located within the depths of a park called Bedford Way, where kids went to score drugs or get high.
Bedford Way was a great place. It was so close to school that practically every kid had bunked off class there at some point during their time at Rigbourne High, and Paul Daley was no exception. In fact, he had probably spent more time at that park than he had at both home and school combined.
To most kids, the park was just a perfect place to hang out, but to Paul, it was like his sanctuary.
"So what do you reckon then? You look like you could use a break from reality?"
Andy didn’t know whether it was an urge to stick one up at society that led him to his decision, whether he took refuge in a friendly gesture from a supposed stranger, or whether he did indeed just fancy a break from reality - but whatever it was, at that particular moment he knew he wanted to be a part of what Paul was suggesting.
"Okay", Andy said whilst wiping the last remainder of blood from his nose onto his sleeve. Paul looked pleased with Andy's abrupt response. "That’s my boy!" he grinned.
Andy stood up and introduced himself, and although he already knew who Paul was, he made out as if he didn't. As they both headed in the direction of the park, Andy explained the reasoning behind his current roughed-up state.
It didn’t take long before they were approaching the giant arched stone entrance of Bedford Way, and were about to walk through those large gothic gates, through which Paul had ventured many times before. This time would be different though. Soon, both he and Andy would be on an adventure neither of them would have imagined possible. Something lay ahead of them. Something gruesome. Something awful.