(Y/N's POV)
I'm back. At the same place. I'm in the bed again. Do I look like I did last time? I got up and went to the mirror. I look like I did last time. A little neater though.
I can't hear any commotion going on like last time. Perhaps it's safe for me to check out the house a little more. I leave the bedroom. To my right and left are doors. One is labeled "Bathroom" and the other one "Parent Bedroom". There's also a hallway in front of me, with a door at the end labeled "Bedroom". The word in before it is scribbled. I might explore them later, but for now I walk down the stairs. When I get down, I see a living room to my right, and a kitchen to my left. The living room has a couch with a TV facing it, on a drawer. The kitchen has white tile flooring, and several kitchen appliances. Refrigerator, oven, microwave, toaster, and there was a few white marbled countertops, along with some drawers for nonperishable foods.
Suddenly, yelling comes from upstairs. I panic and leap onto the couch. Someone's footsteps thud down the stairs.
"Y/N, what are you doing down here, go to your room!" a boy, a little taller than me, whisper shouts. "Wait, who are you?" I ask. "You really don't remember your older brother?" he says, confused. "Ah, what did they do this time..." he mutters, putting his head in his right hand and shaking it.
"What do you-" I'm cut short as two more people stomp down the stairs. They start yelling and throwing stuff, but my apparent older brother covers my ears and eyes, keeping me from being able to tell what they're saying and doing. He starts shouting back at them, before whispering to me, "It's okay, they're not going to hurt you this time." I couldn't understand what he meant, but right then, he picked me up and started running upstairs.
He went into the room I woke up in, set me on the bed, and covered me with the sheets, saying, "I'll be fine. We'll both be," before heading out and back down the steps. I hear more yelling, then something thuds. Even if I don't remember that person, my "brother", I hope it wasn't him falling. What if it was, and that was what happened last time?
I don't worry for long, as I feel myself waking up...
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Life of Duck
FantasyYou are a duck, and you are going to a school. For ducks. Have fun, this book has no planning whatsoever. Edit: Did not expect to add an ending like that-
