party in the pavillion

An uncle rents a large pavillion to hold a celebration. The area is in the thick of an industrial city. There are grills and coolers and different pavillion areas to peruse. All is well until night falls. The hoodlums from the surrounding area start appearing and causing trouble. At first they begin by simply stealing beer and hot dogs, but then the trouble turns brutal. Woman are kidnapped and raped in the back of vans. Young boys and men are brutally beaten. A boxing match is set up where one hoodlum has an electronic arm with which he slams another man's face. The fallen man is covered in blood and he is trying to crawl away, but there is no mercy. A number of us remain hiddden while the toture is occurring. When the hoodlums leave we try to escape but our vehicles are doused with gasoline, battered and set on fire. Our uncle begins making reinforcements to keep us safe in the pavillion. Soon enough the hoodlums return and take note of our reinforced hiding place. They taunt through the tarp-like wall, and when the younger kids squirm at the sound of their cruel voices they cry out, "That sounds like bodies in there!"

The scene changes and I am in a grocery store with RC. He is carrying eggs and three or four bags of chips. We are heading to my mother's house. When we get there everyone is asleep; I fall asleep too. When I wake I read the clock on the VCR and it's 9:54am. I realize we are all very late for school. I think about waking everyone up, but then decide it's already too late. I think back over how many days I may have missed already and realize I didn't go the day before either.