Framed

Framed-Chapter Two

Иιgнтɱαяє | Nightmare

After school, I drove home. Our house is located in the woods, to keep people away. The trees hid it from the road about a mile away and like May's house, it had a long driveway leading up to it. Unlike May's house, it was fairly big. It wasn't an Amazon sized house, but I liked it.

It was a victorian gothic house. It was pianted an olive green color. There was a small porch on the left side of the house, the railings painted with a chocolatey brown color-same as the frames of the windows. I jumped on to the porch, my bag of homework pulling at my arm as I did. I cursed. Stupid bag.

I opened the oak door and walked into the foyer. I looked up at the circular chandelier that hung from the celing over the black and white marble floor. To the left of the foyer was the kitchen and to the right was the "dining room". It was more like a room for my mom to store all her files from work.

I began walking up the spiral staircase. I found it funny that our house was pretty fancy, but out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by deer and trees. I mean, I could hear crickets at night and a lot of times I'd find mutant stink bugs inside the house. Not fun.

At the top of the stairs, I turned right and walked into my room. It was all white, nothing in it.

I sat down at my desk which had just materialized in the middle of my blank room. I tossed my backpack towards a wall and a chair caught it for me. "Laptop and The Picket Signs," I told my room. The Picket Signs were a band that had opened up for a concert that Maylin had dragged me to. I actually liked them, so I ordered all of their albums and downloaded them into the room.

"Song?" the metallic, robotic voice asked me.

"Rebels Never Die," I replied to it as the laptop appeared and turned on by itself. The music began to play, the beat vibrating the desk.

"And if you know this song: Just scream along! We won't take no, for a freaking answer. Rebellion shall not stop! (No-o-o-o) We will rise above! And we will elimnate them all!" I half sang and half screamed with the music blasting from my walls. It was good that my walls were sound proof during the day, then nobody would have to hear my horrible screeching. May said I was always good at singing, but I don't think so.

"Call from Maylin," the voice told me. The music went quiet.

I sighed, but had to adimt I was surpirsed. Maylin usually didn't call since she has no phone signal at her house and because her phone is a pretty old one. She couldn't even voice-text from it.

"Answer," I said and looked at the white walls. "And change the wall to a swirl of blue too." I watched as the wall began to change, swirling in blues like a drop of food dye in water.

"Maylin?" I asked.

Nothing.

"May?"

Silence.

"Ma-"

"I need to tell you this quick!" May's voice was abnormally fast and she sounded panicked.

"May, what-?" I began but got cut off.

"Arachne, she asked Carson to kiss her at the party-he lied to you! And I've seen them kissing and at the clubs for the past six weeks. Don't trust either of them."

What?! "Are you sure?" I yelled.

"Don't tell any-" I heard a click, as if the line had been cut. Or she'd hung up really fast.

I sat back in the desk. What had she told me? I replayed the words in my head, her rushed and scared tone, and... and... Carson? Arachne? Making out? Clubs? At? I leaned back farther, staring at the celing. Maylin couldn't have possibly been true, could she? Carson had sworn on his life that she'd pulled him to her... But, what if he really was lying? My boyfriend? Lying? To me?