You continue toward the boys and see a jungle gym, sandbox, and swingset just on the outside of the basketball court. You must have found the park playground.
Inching a bit closer, you figure the boys aren't much older than 10 or 11. They brought along their own portable CD player to enjoy. A medium-sized drink cooler
is sitting on the bench, and sitting next to it, you think you see a young girl, probably about the same age as the four boys. For some reason or another, she looks
pissed off.
To entertain yourself, you remain at a distance, and sit and watch the game, nostalgic for the carefree fun of your own youth. After about five minutes, out of the
corner of your eye, you spot the girl on the bench reaching into her pocket for something. She pulls out a small Ziploc bag, pours the contents into the cooler, and
tosses the litter behind her into the sandbox.
The girl doesn't move for ten minutes, as the boys continue their vicious two-on-two battle. You are beside yourself with intrigue as to what the girl put into the
boys' drink.
Two of the boys walk off the court, wiping the sweat off their foreheads with their shirts and putting their backwards hats back on their heads. One takes a plastic
cup, fills it with drink, and chugs it with one breath. Only seconds later, the second boy pours himself a drink, and takes a small sip.
"Oh SHIT, I think I'm about the throw up," you hear the first boy say as he clutches his gut and falls to one knee. You wonder if he is poisoned? You can faintly
hear the boy moaning a while before his moans turn into tortured screams. The other two boys stop their game and run to him to try to figure out the boy's
problem, while the young girl remains seated on the bench, calm and unmoved by the boy's fit. Just then, the second boy lets out a piercing scream, clutching his
throat, choking, gargling and spitting up all sorts of fluids...