Twist

Chapter 1

Alex's POV

Glancing through the panes of my window, I saw the skies turning orange with a gradient mix of yellow and a little touch of blue. ''It's dusk.'', I mumbled, turning my chair 180°, I grabbed my sketch pad and pencil. Tip-toeing my way towards my wardrobe I picked a baggy outfit and put on my old comfy converse shoes. Walking towards the door and actually hoped that no one's outside, because now's the perfect time to do sketching, and I don't want to be disturbed nor be discouraged. I felt something tapped my shoulder. I turned around slowly, neglecting my fear of ghosts. As I turned, I saw nothing suspicious. Phew. It wasn't a ghost after all. It was just my hair, I just remembered cutting it short...shoulder level to be exact. I sighed in disbelief, I'm already seventeen and I still believe in ghosts. "That was lame", I said to myself. Just when I was about to turn, something got stuck outside my window. Jeez, why can't they just let me go outside my door? Rolling my eyes stubbornly, totally ignoring that paper plane outside my window, and happily walked outside my room. Success at last.

Looking left and right, making sure there's no sign of humans, to avoid interaction and socialization. Two of the things I dislike. Doing half-run and walk, I finally made it to the stairs. "Just a few more steps", as I was gasping for air between those lines. Why is this house so big? Ugh. Reaching for the nob, and slamming the door open. The wind immediately enveloped me, "Fresh air at its finest.", I said in contentment, spreading my arms wide open as if I could embrace the wind, and wish that I could stuff it all inside my pocket. I chuckled at my childish thought. Made my way towards the edge of the rooftop, which is my favorite spot here. I swept the floor first, then sat. Ah... Finally, peace. I start sketching the stunning scenery feeling good and motivated. After a few minutes of peacefulness, a series of annoying sounds were produced by a certain creature.

"Psst, Alex! Alex!", a low baritone voice calling my name, repeatedly.

It made me shiver in fear. Oh my gosh, how did a stranger know my name? I stood up frightened and was planning to leave the guy there. I didn't want to make any interactions with humans after all.

"Hey, here me out for a second, will ya? Alex!", the guy outside said with a louder voice.

I certainly wanted to ignore him, but I didn't want to be rude. "What do you want?" with a low and almost like it's only me who can hear my voice, I asked. I cheered happily inside for I didn't stutter.

He muttered something, probably cursing at me because it took time for me to answer, "My brother's paper plane got stuck outside your window, I was hoping if you'd be the one getting it...?", his low baritone voice is getting softer. How adorable.