I flipped the last batch of what was supposed to be blueberry pancakes... that I thought would be good, different breakfast. Turns out Dylan was right. They are a major fail. They weren't even blue. They were a gross uninviting colour mixed through lumpy batter. If anything, I didn't feel like breakfast anymore. I glanced up at Dylan who was fiddling with some paper plates.
While dramatically fanning the plates around he looked up, "these damn things don't wanna separate!" He called over his shoulder. His face contorted in a mix of frustration before he gave up and passed them to me. It was hilarious I was quite amused by his little fit. A burst of laughter left my mouth, I couldn't speak my breath was taken from the gracious sound escaping my body.
"Are you serious?!" It took me a while to calm down and squeak something, "Dylan!" I snorted a able to slow my breathing, "there's one plate here you idiot! There's nothing to 'separate!'" Another burst of laughter left me as I stared at his face. Expressionless.
The morning flew by and every now and then a smirk spread across my face at the thought of this mornings event with the plate. The night before my 16th and it was cold. A light drizzle prevented us from lighting the small fire place. Canned food tonight, how delicious. While Dylan was scavenging around outside I decided to go through my bag.
Half way through my search I thought I heard a faint sound, maybe a voice I couldn't tell. I stopped and waited... Nothing, I must have been hearing things. My hearing is pretty dodgy I told myself. I picked up my Nike singlet that was scrunched in a ball, I don't remember bringing this, I shoved back into the dark corner. There it is again! That noise! I looked around, scanning the area. Nothing. I decided to just ignore it and find the pair of socks I have been searching for almost 15 minutes now.
Elexissssss.
Elexissss.
It was like a calm wave smashing into my brain, doing more damage than thinkable. Over and over again I swear I could hear my own name. The voice was familiar but I was to busy freaking out to notice.
"Dylan!" Nothing but a whisper left my lips. "DYLAN!" I repeated only this time a lot louder. My heart raced faster than ever, I hope it wouldn't jump out of my chest. The two minutes of silence felt like forever. Finally Dylan poked his head around the corner, revealing only his neck and head.
"Elexisssss," he laughed. Waves of relief drowned my shaking body. My legs shook and without any control of my body I fell too my knees, tears ran down my puffy cheeks.
He's so dead.
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The Hunted
Teen FictionElexis Riddle has lived a normal 15 years, what makes this year so different? In effort to forget about her selfish father, her and the overly protective mother move to America. She meets her first true love, they were attracted to each other like a...
