Jan 25: Write a story titled On the move
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My throat hurt as I tried to stop the threatening tears from flowing out.
As I stared out the car window and watched the trees whip by, I tried not to think about our home, my best friends and part of life that I was leaving behind to go to someplace new.
It scared me a lot.
I was never in support of our family moving. We were living comfortably and we had a lot of friends here. Most of our family lived here too.
It seemed like my dad didn't decide to move just because he wanted to have a better job. It felt like he was suddenly scared of town or something.
I once made a joke about it to him during dinner and I swear he looked so terrified. He didn't know I saw his eyes darting across the dining room frantically as he drained his glass of water.
In a second he regained composure and made a joke about some horror movie. I didn't think much about it anyway but I should have asked him.
Anyways, we moved into a nice duplex successfully and I started going to a new school. I was still mad about leaving my old school so I immediately resented everyone and didn't even bother to talk to them.
But I still wanted to leave home because I didn't want to spend more time there than I needed to.
Why?
It actually started the first day of school.
My mom was supposed to drive me to school and I forgot my phone in my room so I begged her to wait for me to go grab it.
When I emerged from my room, I suddenly noticed something in the living room that I never noticed before.
It was supposed to be some flat, wooden art work of a skeleton that was placed on there, it's body set in the way Egyptian drawings usually are: body normal, head sideways.
I walked over to it and ran my hands along the wooden board.
I suddenly jerked and took a step back when I heard someone talk.
"Don't look."
I glanced around the room. No one was in the room but there was no way the wood talked.
I made a mistake and looked up at the face of the skeleton and I screamed when I saw it looking at me. The sideways head turned full to face me.
I fell to the ground.
The creepy smile and the empty eyeholes paralysed me and I couldn't move.
"Jenny?" my mom called and walked in.
I looked up at her from the floor, my heart pounding and my eyes the size of saucers.
"Honey...are you okay?" She walked over to me with furrowed brows.
I managed to get up and ran past her.
"I'm okay, just fell down. C'mon, I'm late to school already!"
She looked at me and back at the room before walking out the door and driving me to school.
The drive was silent but I caught her staring at me a few times.
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"Wait, you live in that house?" the short, blonde girl that sat next to me in class asked incredulously.
"Yeah, I just moved in. What do you know about it?"
"Yeah, you have to have moved in. Everyone says that the house is haunted! No one has lived there for a really long time. I wonder why you guys would decide to live there."
