Wings

Chapter 3

I returned to home angrily after seeing that stupid Tyler...Woodson?

Yeah, I have a bad memory.

And oh, I suck at numbers.

I threw myself onto my bed. Questions started to drizzle over my brian...uh, brain.

The first question that popped up was "What would it be like to have many friends?"

The answer immediately popped out: unknown.

Smart Jules.

Another question appeared: "Do I know that Tyler...uh...Trotson before today?"

The answer came out after thinking a while: no.

Another questions followed: "Then how did he know my name?"

Yes, you are right. The answer was: no idea.

The last question filled my bri-sorry,brain.

"What was mom going to give me on my 16th birthday?"

I thought, thought

And

thought.

But the answer never came up.

Urrgh...I need some water.

I went downstairs to have some water. I opened the fridge but-

"Oh my freaking god!" I yelled.

No, you guessed it wrong.

The water was there but-

"My chips! My holly chips!" I screamed.

Gone.

My precious, bag of chips was gone.

It was right there beside the water bottle, I remember I put it back last night.

God, help. I can't live without it.

I seriously can't live without it.

"Where did it go?!?!?" I yelled in anger...when I...

heard...someone...

crunching my chips...slowly.

"Dad?" I said sneaking to the living room.

A man with dark hair was sitting on the couch, watching TV...with my chips. I couldn't clearly see if it was dad. I mean dad had black hair too and I only saw his back...but dad knew better than to mess up with my chips.

I slowly sneaked to the couch, trying not to make a sound, but yes, I failed.

I tripped on something."Ahh!" I said, falling.

Falling...

Fall-Wait, I am not falling.

I looked up and saw a dark haired boy with dark eyes who caught me and saved me from falling.

Well, my brain took a while to take in what was happening. When I realized it...

"Arrgh!!!Who the heck are you? Let go of me." I struggled in his arms. He chuckled and let go of me.

"I saved you, Miss Clumsy." he said.

Wait...that voice...

"Tyler Darson Trotwood!" I said in surprise. Great, I finally remember his name.

"Yes, Miss Julie Ann Daniella?" he said, laughing.

"How did you know my name? Uh, why are you eating my chips? More than that, you...you...why are you here? Who...err...why...arrgh...how did you come in?!?!" I stuttered.