“It’s a cold night...” Morgan stated as if it wasn’t obvious.
“Even better, more chance for an adventure, a mystery!” I said as I gazed out of the window into the blackness and stillness of the night only to be broken by the sound of the rain and the flicker of street lamps.
“London!” She exclaimed, “You’ve got to stop pretending, you’ve got to snap out this imaginary world of yours, a cold, wet night is not a night for adventure, a cold wet night isn’t a night for anything apart from staying in,”
She can be so sensible at times. My name is London and Morgan’s my best mate we’re 20 and share a flat with my little sister Brianne who’s 18. We love it, most of the time.
“Oh c’mon, of course it is! You don’t know who you’re going to meet! Or what’s going to happen!” I persuaded.
“Exactly, you don’t know who you’re going to find, kind of a recipe for disaster?”
Of course she was right, like she always is, but sometimes when life gets boring and normal, I like to shake it up a bit...go on an adventure. Because normal is boring, and that’s probably why I have Black hair with two pink dreadlocks and one piecing on my eyebrow and one on my lip and 5 on my right ear, whereas none on my left.
“I guess, I’m just really bored,”
“Plus its 11:30 at night, there will probably be druggies and all sorts,”
“Get a grip girl! What’s a druggie gonna do to you apart from offer you drugs?”
“Beat you up? Stab you? Kill you? Take advantage of you? Set you alight? Abuse you? The list goes on London.”
“Just to let you know a druggie does not mean a Crazed being that’s going to beat you up or set you alight...”
“Most of them do London, you know that, they’re rough please don’t get mixed up with them,”
“I’m not going to, well one’s that would hurt me anyway,”
“Yeah, good,”
“I’m not stupid enough to make friends with a monster you know,”
“Knowing you, you probably will,”
“Yeah I guess I would!”
We’re not really arguing- we never do to be honest. But one other thing I’d like to make clear...we are both girls, don’t take any notice of our ridiculous names, one of the reasons we became friends.
“So what time is Brianne going to be home?” Morgan asked.
“Ah, dunno for sure, she’s out on the razzle, could be home in the morning,”
“I see,”
“She’s probably having a good time in a night club somewhere,”
“Prob,”
“So why are we inside?”
“Because your car is upside down in the bottom of a lake,”
“Oh yeah,”
Long story, I was having a bit of a laugh, all three of us were, so I drove into a building site place, to be fair we were a bit drunk. We got out of the car because we wanted to chat up one of the builders, they were pretty hot, not to mention the fact that it was dark and 10 at night so the massive crane didn’t exactly see what he was doing .Then up went the car in this big scoop and into the lake it fell and it sank right to the bottom. Well, we just laughed, and then we ran because the builders shouted some very rude words at us and threatened to call the police.
We got away but for the past week we’ve had to walk everywhere or get a lift until my new 2nd hand car arrives. To be fair money isn’t exactly easy at the moment because of that ‘incident’. Personally I blame the builders. But that’s just me.
“We could walk?”
“Urm, no way, we are not, walking,”
“Well thanks for making that clear,”
“Glad I made it clear enough,”
I sighed and looked out of the window towards the full moon that was the only light to be seen in the darkened village. We lived on the third floor of a five story flat so we didn’t have a garden but Morgan decorated the flat by putting big jungle plants around the living room so it’s okay. It isn’t exactly what you would call paradise, Morgan’s always worried about junkies but there are probably some living in this building, it’s really rough, the whole village is rough, the lift that barely works stinks of pee and puke and dog crap and everyone that lives here never uses the public bathroom because it’s even worse than the lifts. But we learn to live with it. Everyone does. But one thing’s for sure, this is definitely no place for children.
I look at the moon again, I’d give anything to be able to go up there...or even better to be a werewolf, to turn into a huge beast when the full moon came out. I’m daydreaming again, about dark creatures and moons and vampires and werewolves, but that’s just ‘cos I’m a bit of punk rocker.
Even though it’s all fantasy, I swear I heard the sound of a howl through the woods just outside our tiny Victorian village.
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