Cottage house

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'No Mits, you aren't going to carry condoms with you.' I woke up hearing my dad Mal's horror filled voice. 

I heard hushed whispers when i was descending down the stairs. 'OMG, no mal you can't just check his bag anymore he's 18 for god's sake'

Now i was right infront of them while they were bickering but they paid me no mind. They continued. 

'I wasn't checking his bag clark, i was placing the food in the bag i made for him'

"DADS" I shouted on their faces. 'I'm right here'. They were shocked for a second. But there shock expressions didn't last long.

"Ok so tell me what is in your bag?" Dad said trying to be angry.

"Um...... the food you gave me to last long a week atleast, or the toilet paper" I gave him a shocked expression, "Oh no! you saw that?"

"Oh yeah i did, Now tell me why are you taking that with you?" He asked by putting his hands on his waist dramatically.

"Oh what you do with condoms huh?" Clark stepped between me and dad asking by arching his one eyebrow. Dad looks taken aback by Clark's words. "You cook them with eggs or what?" and with that they were gone in their room Clark most evidently dominating the argument. This was just regular environment in my house. I was so used to this and so was my siblings and we all know what happens when both of our parents go in their room while bickering. But this was not the time for any of that shit. 

So i interrupted them before it was too late. "Parentals, I'm leaving"

They came hurriedly from their room and started waking up all of my siblings. 

"George, Will, Quinn, Omar come here in 2 minutes or you'll be out of this house forever" Clark shouted not so subtly.

"And nobody will wake Rihaan up because he's sick plus he is 4 years old and he doesn't gives a damn." Mal shouted too quiet rudely.

Soon after 30 minutes or so, I finally bid goodbye to everyone and got in my car happily but i wasn't so happy because Will and Dad planned to cry dramatically. Clark was looking at dad like he was mad for crying and took him inside by the cuff of his collar while on the other hand George, Quinn and Omar went back to sleep like nothing happened.

But in real i was beyond happy to spend my whole vacations in a cottage alone. The thought was enough to fill me with energy.
I was loving the smell of sand and feeling of cool breeze passing through me while Kal ho na ho by Sonu Nigam played smoothly and softly in the background.

I wasn't an Indian but my ancestors were and they surely passed Hindi to everyone of us and I am a sucker for Bollywood songs and movies.

Soon after 2 hours the grounds in front of me disappeared and forest began as the sun faded in the sky slowly with it. I had a convertible car
And i loved to see the open sky above me so i didn't wanted the clouds to rain but they were changing colour so fast that after 5 minutes the whole sky became black. This wasn't a sign of a  good clear day to be honest.

So i closed the sun roof really fast. Now the only light coming through the forest was of my car's headlights and i will be lying if i said the thought didn't scared me at all.

This was the best feeling though, I can feel the thrill of being alone now. Because you know when you have like 5 siblings, Alone becomes a distant word.

After more 5 minutes of drive, I can see the dim street lamp brightening the road ever so slightly.

I nearly jumped in excitement when i saw the olive rooftop of the cottage it was covered by very small droplets of snow when i came more closer i remembered the violet coloured walls because me and my siblings painted it, it wasn't a thing I'm proud of but, Hey! I'm not ashamed of it either.

I pulled up behind the small pool which was very muddy to be precise. Well it just needs a little or maybe more than a little efforts to clean it.

I opened the door and grabbed all of my stuff from the car. Carefully taking all my books that i need to read in this huge cottage because honestly who can spend almost a month without books or novels because i can't.

I stared at the cottage smirking proudly. How am I so rich? Damn Mitchell! You're such a sugar daddy.

I walked in my ancestral home through the sliding doors and closed it behind me. I placed the keys on the key holder besides the door. The cottage was actually transparent i mean literally there is only one room that is covered by wood other than that the whole house was glass. Yeah ofcourse except the washrooms.

Like if i was reading my book on 1st floor you can literally see which book I'm reading by standing outside only if you have that eyesight by the way.

I went upstairs and saw the cozy bedroom and immediately i was on the bed. It was so comfortable, the mattress it always was. It was so bouncy i never want to leave it, plus the satin blue sheets will be the death of me. I almost fell asleep soaking the pleasure of being alone.

But my phone beeped in my jeans pocket, I groaned and slided my phone infront of me. And when I tell you my eyes popped out from what i saw in the notification i literally mean that my eyes popped out.

It was a message from Castel My best friend.

Castel: You reached the haunted house?

I can't understand how he can text. I replied too fast for my fingers sake.

Me: Dude how the fuck are you texting?

Castel: Last thing i remember i told you I have a phone?

Me: Yeah and last thing i remember i thought you were blind.

Castel: Lmao 💀 I'm literally using Google assistant voice, Omg you don't know  for that emoji above i had to say insert skeleton face emoji and i still don't know if there is or there isn't any emoji.......

Castel: Anyway, don't reply I'm coming to the haunting house to haunt you insert ghost emoji.

Castel: I just know my fate is so bad there wasn't any emoji above.....

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AUTHORS NOTE:


Hey that was my first attempt in writing a story please ignore the mistakes and point it out please so i can correct it.

So did you liked our main character so far..

And Castel ofcourse ✨

Btw ty everyone for reading this please leave a like coz that will give me motivation to write better and complete this story fast.

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