I woke up this morning to an awful smell that seemed to be coming from the den. I got out of bed and got dressed for school as I had to completely ignore the smell, as it caused me to vomit in my mouth. I knocked on my brother's door a few times and I got no response so I opened the door a little bit to see him sprawled out on the bed passed out from the previous night. I opened the door all the way and snuck up to him without making noise and decided to shake him awake, he woke up confused. I walked towards the door and caught a final glimpse of him before shutting the door behind me. He looked so confused but at the same time so mad at me.I couldn't help but chuckle on my way down the hall.
I kept on walking and that awful smell returned even stronger this time. I had to hold my breath for a solid minute before the smell completely vanished. I decided to ignore it and make breakfast for me and Arrow.
I turned around and...there they were... my parents were just sitting there on the wooden stools next to the kitchen table as if they weren't dead and nothing bad happened. Then they looked at me, waved, and said goodbye and with that, they vanished into thin air. I cried silently wanting them to come back and for them to ensure that everything was okay. I calmed down a little when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, it was Arrow, he always eats then gets ready to leave.
I grabbed my bookbag and filled it with supplies, and then I grabbed Arrow's bookbag and filled it with supplies as well. "Hurry up!" I exclaimed as I saw Arrow taking his precious time to eat. He hurried and ate the last bite, then he got up and put his plate into the sink. "When we get back, you're doing dishes, and then you're helping me with the garbage," I said as he looked at me with annoyance. He ran upstairs and got dressed, then he came back downstairs and grabbed his skateboard and he headed out the door. I followed shortly after him, and I got on my bike and we raced to the school. When we arrived at the schoolhouse, Arrow went through the front door as opposed to I went through the side door.
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Taste Of The Dead
Teen FictionA teenager named Aspen developed a power at the age of 6 that let's him speak/see the dead. Him and his brother lost their parents when Aspen was 18 and Arrow was 16. Four months later school started here's how they somehow ended up with taking care...
