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Later that faithful night, Anthony was in half sitting and half lying on his bed, his back leaning against the wall as he threw a ball back and forth.

He didn't really have to worry about his parents since they had left on a business trip for a couple of days, and his parents were a little hesitant to leave him alone for a couple of days.

He was the only child in his family, and his parents were expecting a lot from him, thinking he was a gifted child, and he had to study harder than most kids, and he had to make sure his grades didn't fall below an A while also trying to be the best athlete.

He loved playing sports, but sometimes everything gest overwhelming with how it always seemed to pile up on him.

He sighed, and shook his head as the ball accidentally knocked over a few books on his desk, and he stood up from his bed, walking over to his desk and crouching down to pick up the fallen books.

It was mostly school books he needed to study, or just a random library book.

As he went to pick up another book, he saw a yellow sticky note on the ground behind the trashcan like it had fallen from one of the books.

Confused and curious, he reached behind the trashcan and grabbed the sticky note, and slightly squinted his eyes at the messiest handwriting he's ever seen.

That handwriting could only belong to one person that he knew, and that was Keith.

Keith didn't have the best handwriting, but surprisingly, sometimes Keith was poetic in his writing. It was too bad that nobody could really understand what he wrote.

The note was familiar, and the sticky note was crumbled and wrinkled. Anthony knew what it said,

Keith had asked him with a sticky note if he thought he was weird. Anthony didn't give him an answer until lunchtime, and he had told him,

"You are the most weirdest person I've ever met, and there's a lot of weirdo's in this school."

Keith had only laughed at that, and Anthony chuckled, remembering that day like it was yesterday, and he was pretty sure it was yesterday.

He shook his head and stood up, placing the sticky note on his desk.

Anthony did think Keith was weird, beside his constant need for a slushie from the seven eleven, Keith had a thing for fire.

Anthony couldn't count how many times Keith almost set the classroom on fire with his pyromaniac tendencies, and Anthony couldn't also forget about Keith's very dark sense of humor.

Keith's humor disturbs many people, including Anthony himself, and also the fact that Keith can not take a serious situation seriously.

He remembered a couple of months ago, Keith was pared up with some girl in science class, and it was one of those days they needed to dissect a frog, and Anthony and Laurie were behind Keith and the girl,

When out of nowhere, the girl suddenly screamed before she ran towards the trash can and started puking.

Keith had laughed at her, "looks like she couldn't hold her own guts either."

It was a horrible joke, but the girl had heard him and started crying as she continued to puke.

Honestly, Anthony didn't know why he and Laurie were friends with a guy like Keith, but the world works in mysterious ways.

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Meanwhile, Keith was leaning against the hood of his impala with a cigarette hanging from his lips, his hands in the jacket of his pocket, as he stared at the dark building in front of him.

It was dark and slightly cold outside, and Keith was still debating if he should go inside or not.

He finished his smoke and tossed it to the side before pushing himself off the hood of his car.

"Shit." He let out a deep breath before heading towards the building, but he paused as he noticed a car arriving.

He stood by the side as he witnessed the person who was being transferred escape from their custody and attack Dr. Loomis,

The one person who let Keith in so late to visit his father.

Keith's feet moved before his mind could catch up with him, and he ran over and shielded Dr. Loomis from any more attacks.

He expected the attacks to continue, but they didn't, and Keith lifted his head, and his eyes met another pair of eyes,

Soon, the eyes were replaced by nothing, and the sound of a car was heard being driven away. 

"What the fuck?" Keith looked at Dr. Loomis,backing up from him, and he gestured towards Dr. Loomis stolen car.

"Who was that?" Keith questioned, helping Dr. Loomis up from the ground, and Dr. Loomis let out a shaky breath,

"Micheal.."Dr. Loomis said, clearing his throat, "his name is Michael Myers."

Keith stared at Dr. Loomis for a moment, "Am I supposed to know who that is?"

Dr. Loomis sighed, "he is a very dangerous individual, Keith. We need to find him quickly."

"You mean, you, right? Sorry, old man, you said he's dangerous, let the cops handle him." Keith responded, and Dr. Loomis shook his head,

"The cops won't be able to handle him. He's not like the others. He won't stop until he finds the one he wants to kill." Keith nodded,

"Right.."He trailed off, shaking his head, "I still don't see where that's my problem."

Dr. Loomis sighed, "You have a car. I don't. Move it, Keith." Dr. Loomis headed towards the impala, and Keith narrowed his eyes at Dr. Loomis retreating from.

He glanced at the building, "till next time, pops."

Keith turned towards Dr. Loomis, "Hey! I'm just drivin' ya, alright? I ain't dealing with some psycho who wants to murder people,"

Keith appointed his car, unlocking it, "That's your problem and your problem only."

"Just get in the car, Keith, we're wasting time.."

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1000 words

Changing it up a little bit,

Thoughts?