Myles was in class, 'taking notes.' He was listening to people talk about a castle. Usually, things people talked about didn't interest him, but this one did. Why hadn't he heard about this castle before?

"A 'lost castle'" a guy behind him snorted and crossed his legs out in front of him. "Who loses a castle?"

Myles smirked, turning around to the guy behind him. "The same people who have refrigerators that run. I thought everyone knew that already."

The tall guy looked at him confused. Then laughed-too loudly.

The blonde girl sitting to the right of the tall guy looked up from her notes, and frowned and looked back and started writing again.

"It's not a joke!" Said the tall guy's friend in a red hoodie.

"Just like you swear you saw a bear in the parking lot."

-"i said it COULD have been a dog. A big one....really furry and wild-looking. It might-"

"And that you saw big foot."

"I told you THAT was a joke!"

"And that Hallee kissed you at the New Year's party."

"She did! Besides I can tell you where I found it."

"Didn't you say they had to ping your phone and send someone out to you with climbing gear."

He frowned sulkily. "It was dark! But listen. It's at one of the places where the cliff drops waaaaay down, and it's right against the cliff and there are trees everywhere. I kept walking and walking and the castle kept going and going!"

"Hours? How drunk were you? Isn't it more likely you were just going around in circles?"

"Fine, whatever. Don't listen." The hoodied guy sulked.

"Muh-huh."

"Can I help you with something?" The guy in the hoodie snapped at the blonde girl who had watched the end of their conversation.

She rolled her eyes and finished the last of the notes.

Myles continued to listen to their conversation, glancing at the blonde, finally realizing she was there and had also been listening to the conversation.

The bell rang, and everybody fled.

Myles stood, gathering his stuff into his arms, just as ready to get out of there as everybody else. He didn't even bother putting his things in his locker, just ready to go look for this castle that might not even exist.

Roxy walked along the edge the over-grown castle. A flashlight in one hand, her sketch pad in the other.

Edit: and a black backpack on her back.

Myles hadn't brought anything of use with him. As he approached the castle, he noticed a light. He'd been beaten, and he was going to find out by who. It wasn't very often that he got beat in something he was eager to do.

Roxy pulled off her backpack, put her sketchbook in. And swung the bag back on her back.
She held the flashlight in her mouth as she pulled creeping vines the held covered the door. Gripped old-fashioned square cut handle with both hands, braced a foot low on the wall beside the door and tugged. Nothing. She jolted the door with shoulder. Nothing again.