Walking home

My daughter and I are walking back from her school and we’ve almost made it home when a massive black van with no windows but for the front pulls up next to us. I’ve just passed the drivers side and I can see it but I hear him roll down a tinted window and crank up his radio really loud.
At the same time, a teen boy steps out of his vehicle ahead of us, and a group of girls round the corner of the townhouses to meet him at which time the van pulls away and drives off.
I can’t help but wonder. What the fuck just happened? If feel like we narrowly walked away from something truly terrible.

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