It was a sunny day in November, but a chill was in the air. I pulled my hoodie over my head and slipped on my tennis shoes. Moira would be waiting for me at the front steps of my house, ready to go exploring out of the cul-de-sac once again.
      I stepped outside, closing the door behind me. "What took you so long?" Moira asked, smacking her gum. She was standing next to our bikes, her jet black  hair in a ponytail. She wore ripped jeans and a black hoodie, along with tennis shoes. I was dressed similarly, though my red hair was in a braid, and my jeans weren't ripped.
        "Sorry. My mom got on to me for not doing a dish from last night. Lets go."
        We rode off, passing her house, and out of the sac. We turned off onto a dirt road a couple miles down the road. We could do this ever since we turned twelve, two years ago. Our moms had stopped being so paranoid and finally let us out to go somewhere other then school.
        "Its this way!" Moira yelled as we sped down the road, dirt flying. She had found it yesterday while I was doing chores. She wouldn't tell me what it was except for that it was awesome.
    Eventually, we stopped at a chain length fence, that had a sign that read CONDEMNED on it.
     We hopped off and Moira pressed her face to the links, motioning for me to come. When I saw what was behind the fence, I gasped.