Giff was interrupted by a voice with a southern accent
"You know, kid it ain't always polite to be sneakin around."
Giff spun around immediately to find a hooded person right behind him. Giff let out a gasp of surprise as the person grabbed by the collar, lifting him off the ground. He threw Giff against the church and the persons hood flew off. It was a boy, one of the church kids. Another yell came from a few feet away.
"Wrong one Kale, hes in the woods, hurry before you miss the fun, man."
"You're mine in a few days, punk!", the churchboy said to Giff.
"Kale, you moron, your hood!!"
Kale looked up at his forehead . His eyes widened in the the moonlight.
"Aw SHIT!!", he screamed as he threw his hood on with one hand."
they then ran off into the darkness.