The Curse of Downers Grove Page #2

drowned in the quarry.

'06, Scott Riley drove over

the embankment at Knoll's Hill.

Both of them were drunk,

by the way.

2007, Jason Martin

shot in the liquor store.

2008, Myra Crawford, OD'd.

2009, '10, '11, '12.

Frank Esposito

ripped in half by the train.

Jennifer Licari, vanished.

Amy Mazur died in her sleep.

Keith Hardy, farming accident.

Last year, Michael Shaw,

water tower.

We were there, Chrissie.

We saw it.

I saw a meth head

choosing to climb a water tower,

not a curse.

I have to go.

I have a paper to finish.

You still have homework?

We're graduating on Saturday.

I'm late with my big report.

Mr. Keller gave me an extension.

I'm having a really hard time

concentrating.

Why? The curse?

Yeah. I mean,

someone we know is gonna die.

Look, we make choices.

Those choices produce results,

good or bad.

Climbing a water tower high?

Bad choice, bad result.

Going home to do your report

and forgetting all about

this curse so you can finish?

Good choice, good result.

See what I'm saying?

See you guys tomorrow.

Or maybe you won't.

Not funny, Chrissie.

She's right.

Don't joke about it.

Lighten up.

Way to clear a room.

Look, I want

to believe in a better place.

I remember all my

Sunday School stories.

Woman who turned into salt,

Noah's Ark,

the burning bush,

the star in the east.

I just hope they're all true

and not a bunch of made-up

stories thrown into a book.

I mean, if there's a God,

why would he make my dad

addicted to meth

so he could abandon

a wife and two kids?

And why would he give

my 12-year-old cousin

incurable bone cancer?

These are just personal gripes.

I'm not even gonna

to get into wars,

gas f***ing ovens,

ethnic cleansing,

random, meaningless violence

and all that,

'cause we'd be here all night.

Wow.

That's hardcore deep sh*t, man.

I have a lot of stuff on my mind.

Way too much stuff.

What the f***?

Cut the sh*t! Jesus!

What's your problem, guy?

Are you psychic?

My name is Guy.

- No sh*t.

- Yeah, sh*t.

We were wondering if you girls

wanted to join us

on a little adventure.

Maybe next time when you don't

scare the sh*t out of us.

You don't know who he is,

do you?

Um, no.

Hi, pretty.

I'm Chuck.

What's your name?

I'm Brittany, she's Courtney.

But we have to go.

Finals for college.

College? Really?

You guys look like maybe

you're still in high school.

And maybe you're worried

about the curse.

We survived the curse.

We're at Northwestern.

Where do you go?

Willow Creek.

Chuck is our star QB.

Do you guys not read the paper?

He was our backup junior year...

Hey, Guy, shut the f*** up.

Why don't you guys

come to a party

over on our side of town?

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