Once upon a story

Chaper Two

I snuck through the door, shutting it quietly behind me before placing my keys back down on the table. I took another step into the house before a snort like noise sounded from the stairs; I looked up to see my bother standing there with his arms cross against his chest. His sudden appearance caused me to jump and smash my shin into the table leg.

“That what you get for sneaking out of the house” he huffed before turning on his heels and disappearing back into his bedroom. I walked up the stairs slowly, there was an aching plain now crawling at my leg due to the bash that felt like a bruise erupting. Too tired to care about it I just carried on down the corridor and I sat down on my bed, in the process of removing my shoes I must have fallen asleep.

The sound of my brother bashing pans together in an attempt to cook woke me. Due to the sounds I pulled my pillow over my head but even then the noise was not blocked, reluctantly I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. The warm shower woke me up and the familiar smell of strawberries that entered my nose pulled me out of my grumpy state to a place where even the absence of a bruise on my leg was no problem.

After my shower I just grabbed jeans and a coloured tee, laced up my converse high tops and checked my phone for messages. The smell from the kitchen wafted over to me as I saw that I had one from my closest friend Georgie:

New Message:

Recipient: Georgie isreallycoolandIloveher (mobile)

"Wake up Faith. I bet you 50p you are in bed while reading this and have completely forgotten that everyone is at mine… get off your lazy butt and over to mine. You smell xox"

That text almost perfectly describes Georgie, plain random with little sense but also informative and therefore pretty amazing. She is true that I had forgotten but I was already up. 50p to me. Walking out of my room I head downstairs to see that my brother was devouring a high pile of pancakes drenched in syrup, with a longing look I grabbed some waffles and left my brother to his face stuffing. The door swung softly shut behind me this time, the walk between home and Georgie’s takes about ten minutes when was time well spent in this case. My dream of being a famous writer has just come closer due to my little stroll in the forest last night, apart from being scared out of my wits I had begun to realise that there was a real reason the forest had become out of bounds, there was something in there was couldn’t be seen by normal eyes. By the time I could see Georgie’s bright red door I had decided something. This was a story the world needed to know and I was going to be the person who wrote it.

Georgie lived in a sweet little semidetached house with her dad and her two 'evil' younger twin sisters. They were sweet enough if they liked you but if they didn't, it wouldn't be a nice stay. Their dad has worked pretty much full time since their mum disappeared a few years back so any time he has off he took them all out of school. I know Georgie loves her dad dearly but she knows he’s become distant with her and her sisters and on many occasion I’ve heard her swear that she will find out was really happened to their mum but that’s for a different story.

I stood waiting outside, even if I did know about the spare key, until Kala (aka twin1) answered the door after my third, growingly more impatient, knock. 

"They are in her room" she stated before turning away and heading back into the lounge. I heard fits of laughter coming from Georgie's room as I made my way up the stairs. Each step had a framed photograph; it was really clever layout as it showed all three girls growing up. As I opened the door to her bedroom I was attacked with hugs and finally found myself my usual spot on the floor with my back to the bed.

Each time I sat here I marvelled at how amazing this room is. The walls were dark purple and cream at a 3:1 ratio, her covers and curtains matched and she had a wooden cupboard, desk, chair and side table. My favourite part of her room by far was the wall behind her bed, it was filled with drawings, quotes and photographs so that you could barely see the purple backing, those pieces of paper are what make Georgie, Georgie, I could spend hours staring at it and I am also proud to note there are photos of me up there, good or bad I will not comment. Don’t eat bananas near Georgie and her camera.

Sitting in the room with me are my closest friends, there are five of us: me, Georgie, Sam1 (Samantha), Sam2 (Samuel) and Josh. Three girls, two boys, close friends for all of secondary school. I'm sure it was weird to begin with for our parents, having Sam2 and Josh going everywhere with us but they have got used to it. I think. I can also say in all honestly that these people are the reason I wake up happy every day, well them and my writing dream.

"Took your time Faith!" Josh poked from where he was sitting on the bed with his back resting on the wall; I looked up and behind me before replying

"Yeah sorry about that, I had a late night!" There were some audial groans as if ‘late night’ had become a code word

"There is nothing in the forest!" They replied simultaneously causing us all to burst out laughing which ended up in a major tickle war. This sounds very odd but let me just explain the rules, there are no teams just full on tickle attacks, what makes it better is how each of us is very ticklish I can’t see how it would be as good otherwise. It has become a kind of tradition for each time we all burst into laughter at nothing, usually it’s in someone’s house or garden but there have been times where we have been asked to leave certain shops due to these short wars. However there have never been any casualties, well living ones at least as I guess the eventually beheaded mannequin was a kind of war casualty but it was not originally alive anyway.

Suddenly the door slammed open to show both twins.

"What are you doing" Kala asked. We had managed to freeze mid-war, I'm sure it looks pretty odd to be honest. I was lying face down with Josh sitting on my legs, my feet in his hands. Georgie had sat on my back with both Sams attacking her. When no reply came the twins sighed and closed the door. Once again we all started laughing. From that slightly awkward position on the floor I was sure that I would have a great day.

The day went like any other that I spent it with these people, too many sweets causing hyper behaviour which lead to us being banned from various technological equipment so we all just sat outside on Georgie’s trampoline. These were the best types of days.

After many hours of madness I found myself waving goodbye, once outside I crossed my arms closely over my chest regretting that I hadn't worn a coat. It wasn't dark yet but I was beginning to shiver which meant that my pace doubled so that I arrived home in record time.  Jack was nowhere to be seen when I unlocked the door and walked inside, I checked his usual spots but it was a no show. The likelihood is that he is screaming at a TV at someone else’s house tonight which is always a positive from my point of view. I understand that having those headsets it’s good for in game play but my brother just spends his time shouting ‘pass’ ‘shoot’ or ‘Dude I was open’ down his mic. This is incredibly repetitive. Go outside and play real football and not sit inside pretending to play it, I honestly don’t see the point if it is perfectly warm day!

I was used to being home alone so it wasn't unusual to be in a silent house. On the kitchen counter was a note saying that my brother was at a friends which agreed to my suspicions. Pulling out my phone I doubled checked the text mum had sent saying that they spending another night away from home, this meant that I had the house to myself. I felt my face turn into a smile and I begun running to my room where I plugged in my music so it is sent it around the house. In each room my songs were blaring, the kitchen was no expedition so I danced while making myself food. I chose the most difficult dish I have ever had to make, toast. Once I was proud of the unburntness of my food I lathered in it lemon and lime marmalade and poured myself a glass of Jack’s pineapple juice, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.  

After food I walked around the house and just helped out, tidying my bothers games away, taking the rubbish out, changing the water in the flowers, turning the lights out, shutting the doors. When I unplugged my music the silence hit me but it didn't matter. Half way between making food and eating it I decided to go back into the forest. All day the bright green eyes had been nagging me and I was desperate to find out what they belonged to. As I said, this is my story and if I’m going to write it I need facts. Anyway, a short walk into the forest will be a refreshing time away from home. What could possibly go wrong?