My dear, Mari.

Chapter one: Something is off.

Chapter one. " something is off"

I start my day as usual, I rise from my covers and step into the bathroom, brush my teeth with minty paste. then head out to annoy my older sister, whose room is just across mine. I don't know why I do. it's her reaction that matters really. But I head down the wrinkled stairs that make a 'eek!' Noise every time I put my feet down.
I turn my head around the counter to see if my mother is awake yet,Making breakfast for me and Mari. Dad goes to work before we wake, so my mother gives him a salary to buy his own breakfast. Sometimes I wonder if she really just hates him on the inside.
We eat. As we stare at each other wondering if any interesting words come out, yet we're always silent.

The outside is much colder than yesterday, the grass outside our doorstep has frozen; causing my sister to fall, I laughed at her idiocy as she glared angry at my scrunched face. We headed to the bus stop for our daily trip to hell, metaphorically speaking, that school is just like hell if you think about it. Anyways, besides that stiff bricked hell, I get to have a seat in the library and read my favourite books.
In English, me and my sister sit beside each other, we always talk. But somethings off about her.
She stares into the glass window at someone or something I've never seen before. I thought she was just staring at a friend of hers, I was wrong. She had a strange look on her face. As if she didn't know what it was or what it wanted. I glared back at our mole covered, long sack faced teacher as she was explaining Shakespeare in the worst way possible. In the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of it gently wriggling its finger at my sister to call her over as she tries to ignore it. It grins, the teeth are sharp and yellow and probably haven't been touched in years. It definitely isn't human.
My heart races fast. Silently warning her to move away from whatever that thing is. She turns to me. With a horrified look on her face as if she was sure something was going to happen to her. She whispers to me with terror in her throat, "it came for me." I'm confused, yet petrified.