Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 3 Suprise Visitations

Somehow I managed to make it to my car.

Despite the state that my headache left me in. And despite that state that New Kids words left me in.

I tore out of the gravel parking lot and started for home. This got me a few glares, but I didn't care. I wanted to be home in the library. So on the 10 minute drive I thought.

What was up with this New Kid? Was he mental? I did not need a bad grade in Ms. Watsons class. I was barely hanging in there with a 90. B's are not good for soon to be valedictorians. Maybe I actually would see him later and I could scare him.

My mind whispered not likely.

Soon I was pulling into the drive of my old house. The driveway was white, thanks to Mom currently pressure washing it. The house was normally dark blue, but the weather has not been easy on it. The house is now baby blue with several shingles missing. But, it's the only house on Crescent Drive that has a balcony. And the balcony was where I looked at the stars at night.

The balcony was my other safe haven.

I busted through the front door. Immediately, the smell of chocolate cookies drifted into my nose. Inhaling deeply and grinning, I yelled, "I'm home, Mom!" "Kitchen," she screamed. With that I sauntered into our kitchen, floorboards creaking underneath me. "Smells good, Mom." My mother looked up at me with her crystal eyes.

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, "Thanks, honey. How was school?" Thinking about Lucas, I said, "Weird." I grabbed a cookie off the plate on the table.

My mom smirked. "It wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that handsome fellow sitting in the library would it?" I started choking and coughing on the cookie.

She raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me, did you just say there's a dude in my library?" She nodded her head and started working on her cookie mix. "He said he was here to work on a project." She then turned around, serious, "It is a project, right?"

I started to frantically nod my head, "Yea, Mom. It's a project. See you later." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and started to leave, but she grabbed my arm. "Take those cookies. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do." I groaned, "Oh my God, Mom! I don't even know him! Bye!" I started off down the hallway as I listened to her giggle.

I loved my Mom, Sarea Woods. All 5 foot of her brown headed and blue eyed self. But sometimes she pushed me to my limits.

Our hallway that went to the library was the longest in the whole house. It was tan and had knick knacks from over the years. The floor was wooden and worn out. So I started running towards the door, not knowing why.

But I stopped at the mirror halfway down the hallway. As I stared at my reflection I laughed.

I looked like a lion that just ran a marathon.

Involuntary, my hand that wasn't holding the cookies started combing through my hair. My hand stopped halfway through.

Wait. Why did I care how I looked?

Shaking my head, I found myself at the door already. How did that happen? I turned my head back to see the mirror down the hall. Oh well. It's now or never. I put my hand on the doorknob and received a small zap through my hand.

Ouch.

Turning the doorknob the rest of the way, I kneed the door open with my leg.

And that's when I saw something that was sure to have put me in an Insane Asylum if I told anyone.

I let go of the platter, and it hit the ground with a sickening crack.