(Back to Kade)
My head has been buzzing since my talk with Aunt Heather last night. I told my mom I felt like I was going to be sick, so she let me stay home today. I've taken any type of medicine I could find in my mom's neat medicine container in the kitchen. None of it has done anything to calm the raging storm in my head, so I'm attempting to drown it out with my music.
Crossing my room to my dresser, I pick up my new headphones, a gift from my Gram, and turned my music up full blast and add bass boosters. While at my dresser, I check the time on my alarm clock. 11:43 a.m. It's still early, and I'm not the least not hungry. All I am right now is bored.
I flop back onto my bed with a groan and rub my hands down my face. To be honest, I don't want to think about anything especially what Aunt Heather and I talked about. Turning my head, I face my open closet and stare at it closely. When I first found my clothes in the trash bags, I realized that some of my clothes weren't their anymore. That's it! I know what I can do now to take my mind off of things: make some new clothes to replace the old ones. I mean I make half my clothes anyways so why not.
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After I sketched out ideas and found a flashlight, it was 12:30 p.m. Right now, I am standing underneath the rope that pulls down the stairs to the attic. My parents don't know or realize that I make some of my own clothes because I make matching articles for my friends and hide my fabric, old clothes, and sewing machine in the attic. The reason why I hide it there is because nobody, and I really mean nobody, sets foot in there. And I know what you're thinking, doesn't a sewing machine make a lot of noise? Well it does, but the attic is soundproof (I know because I tested it myself). Okay, it is now 12:4, and my mom comes home for lunch at 1:30p.m. and stays till my school let's out at 2:15 p.m. I don't have that much time to work with, so I better get started.
The first thing I decide to make is a shirt. I grab my black fabric and get work on making a shirt to fit myself. Once that is done, I select a pair of scissors and make cuts on the sleeves and three cuts across the chest. Next, I take a sea foam green T-shirt and make cuts up and down the front, back, and sides, but for the sides so that it wouldn't fall apart, I tied the sides together. I know what you're thinking, but I have a black tank too that I will wear underneath. After that, I then grabbed two more black shirts that I already had. For the first one, I cut holes in the back to make wings while for the second shirt, I cut the back in two sections to look like a spider web. Finally, the last shirt that I make is from white fabric. I then pick up my scissors once again to make slim cuts across the back (stopping at where my bra would start to show) and the sleeves.
Since I am finished with the shirts, I check the time to find that it is 1:05 p.m. Not enough time, but I want to make some pants and finish a leather jacket I was working on. The first pair of pants I work on are the ones I am currently wearing. I hurriedly cut slim holes all the way down both legs avoiding nicking myself. Next, I make a pair of pants, but I cross the fabric in the front to look like shoelaces. Then, I grab a pair of old jeans and cut them to make jean shorts, and I put studs down the seam on both sides. Finally, the last pair I work on is a pair I started but never finished. They have cuts in them, but I add small good chains across where the cuts are located. Once that is finished, I check the time: 1:21 p.m. Crap! I don't have time to finish my leather jacket! I'll have to finish it later. I rush to pick up everything in a box I have up there before coming down. When I push the door back up, I hear someone opening the door. I made it in the nick of time, but I'll have to go back later for my clothes and my headphones since I left them in the box.
"Kade honey, I'm home. Are you feeling alright? Do you want me to make you some chicken soup?" She asked with warmth and concern in her voice. I cross the corner slowly to the front door where she was putting her purse down.
"Could you mom or would that be to much to ask for?" I ask her using my fake sick voice and walking slightly hunched over to appear sick.
"Oh no honey! Not at all! Come on and sit down at the table while I make it for you." She pulls a chair from the table and helps me sit down before making her way to the kitchen. She's always had a soft spot for me being sick.
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My mother left a little later than when she normally did to make sure I was okay and comfortable in my bed before she went back to work. Both my mom and dad will be home around seven-ish, so I have a lot of time on my hands. I wait a little longer to make sure she didn't leave something behind before journeying back up to the attic. Once I'm positive that she isn't coming back, I leave my room to go to my sanctuary in my home. After I climb up the stairs, I pull out my leather jacket and finish adding studs on the arms and collar. Then, I put it in the box with all the other clothes I made today and carefully make my way down the steps with the box in my hands and my headphones around my neck. I gently lay the box down before closing the attic again. While I make my way back to my room, I hear someone ringing my doorbell. I scratch my head in confusion once the box is placed in my closet. I don't remember anyone telling me they were coming over.
On my way to the front door, I place my headphones back on the dresser and grab my phone to check my messages. Two from Sage, four from someone I've never heard of, and multiple ones from my group of friends. Wow, why is my phone loaded up like this. I mean it never is. There is pounding in my door when I reach it.
"God damn, chill out!" I shout out so that whoever is on the other side could hear me. When I open the door, there are four girls standing there, and by the looks of it, they are popular at school and clearly pissed off.
"God Kade. Learn how to answer your phone," the brunette said pushing her way through my door with her posse trailing in behind her. These girls are the ones who talked to me on my first day back at school.
"Yeah. We've been trying to get ahold of you for days now," commented the red head. The two blondes nodded in agreement.
"Um excuse me, don't take this the wrong way, but I have no idea who you are. I really don't appreciate you barging into my house, so please get the hell out!"
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Author's Note: Hey guys, long time no see! (*scratches back of neck nervously*). I didn't mean to take a long absence, but it just happened. I will post the next chapter ASAP and finish writing the next one for my other story. Since its the summer now, I'll try to update more often! The picture is a combination of what Kade made. If a lot of y'all read this chapter, when I post the next one, I'll included a picture of this group. Same goes for the next chapters, but I will show pictures of Kade's group, and the other characters including Kade. Please share this story to your friends beause it makes me happy to see people reading my story!! (*throws cookies to everybody*). Lots of love guys!
~jnicoleb1234 out!
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