I stayed on the main level of our for the rest of the week, fearful of the attic. I didn't even want to be in that house by myself anymore. In fact, I went to Gianna's house everyday after school until my parents were home. Was I over reacting? I don't think so, I mean, that man DID kill my sister.
Anyways, I have had a pretty bad week at school too. I dont know how, but word got out that I stayed in the attic for most of my free time, most people didn't know that and just thought that I was some weird, antisocial chick. I was bullied everyday. It's not like I could jut shove it aside like I always did. I mean, it was bad. Very very bad. The worst part, was that Gianna was getting bullied too. The bullies would even drive her to tears. I hated to see her upset, I couldn't stand those kids for making such a good person feel so bad.
At lunch today, I finally reached the end of my rope and stood up on the table to make a public announcement "Hello everyone. I think most of you know me as that weird girl that spends all of her time in her attic. I understand that you think I'm strange and you're fully entitled to your opinions, So, if you want to make fun of me, fine. But do not go and make fun and bully my friends. That is not okay with me. " I stepped off of the table and was immediately taken to the principal's office. I got in school suspension for 3 days next week. I can't let my parents find out, they'd be so mad at the initial news. But after they hear why I'm suspended, I think they'll understand.
Today, I was feeling a bit brave and rebellious, due to the whole cafeteria incident. Instead of going to Gianna's house after school, I went home, and decided to go into the attic. I had to conquer my fear. I walked up the creaky stairs, hesitantly, thinking about my sister and what that crazy man did to her. I reached my hand out to turn the door knob, and whipped around when I heard the door at the bottom of the stairs slam, and saw a hand jet back quickly into a secret panel in the wall. I ran down the stairs and tried to open the door. At this point, I wasn't just creeped out, I was genuinely scared. I was tugging on the knob, but it wouldn't open. I was pulling and banging and screaming and doing everything I could to get the attention of a neighbour or at least someone to come and help me. After about 10 minutes of continuous screaming, I gave up on getting the bottom door open and thought about opening the side panel that the hand came out of. But, why would I do that? That would probably lead me to whatever was in the attic. The only way was up. And up I started to go.Will I make it up there alive?
-River xx
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The Attic
Mystery / ThrillerRiver was a young girl just trying get by in her life, but when her parents told her an alarming story, her whole world turned upside down. He was after her, and she needed as much help as she could get. In her case, the expression "keep your friend...
