A World Just Out of Reach

Chapter 1

"Finally! Home at last!" I let out a breath of relief as I exit the school bus and look at my two-story, brick house. Just some homework to do and then I can catch up on some much needed rest.

I find the door already unlocked and open it, the smell of pasta filling my nostrils. "Mmmmm." I love pasta so much, it's ridiculous.

"Cassie! You're home!" My seven-year-old sister, Kara, shouts, running to me and hugging me.

"Yep! How was your day at school?" I ask, a smile on my face as I pick up the blonde-haired girl. She was too cute.

"It was great! Lucy made a dog out of clay for me because I'm allergic to the real ones," She smiled brightly. "Wanna see it?"

"Sure! Let me get changed first, okay?" She nods and I set her down, heading to my room which was on the second floor. Before I can climb the first step, my mother calls from the kitchen.

"Have a good day, sweetie?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna go change." I respond.

"Okay. Hurry up though. Dinner's almost ready and your dad's on his way home from work.

"Got it." I run up the stairs and go to my room, which is at the far end of the hallway. We have a really huge house, especially for only four people, but I must say, it's nice.

When I get to my room, I start to change, pulling off my uncomfortable, striped shirt and putting on a sleep shirt. Oh, lucky me! It's my Thor one. He's so cute. I look over at the far wall of my bedroom to see my Chris Hemsworth poster. He's definitely the most beautiful person on this planet, but what I see is quite strange. His blue eyes, usually facing towards my desk, are now looking towards my bed. I quickly rub my eyes, I must be imagining things. Nope. Well, then. I'm not really sure what...

"Cassie! Your dad's home! Hurry up!" My thoughts are interrupted by my mom yelling from the bottom of the stairs.

"Okay, almost done!" I yell back. I pull my brown hair up into a ponytail, give the poster one more glance over, then head downstairs. That was really just freaky.

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"This is my doggy, Cassie. I named her Carol cause she likes to bark and sing," my sister explains. She brought her clay dog to the table and was playing with it while she ate.

"Neat." I reply, my thoughts still trailing off to that poster. I've never seen anything like it before, and it's really bothering me.

"Did you two have a good day?" My father asks, before taking another bite of his rotini.

"Amaziiinnng!" Kara answers dramatically.

"Mine was okay. Same old high school," I say with a shrug. "The rotini's really good, mom."

"Thanks, Cassie. You know, I could teach you how to cook a few things, if you'd like?" My mom responds, an eyebrow raised.

"Maybe later this week, sure."

"Great."

I look down at my plate, seeing my food is gone. "May I be excused, please?" I ask, looking up at my parents.

"Sure." Dad says. "Put your plate in the sink, please."  I nod and do so before going back upstairs to work on my homework... and check out that poster again.