The lost

Chapter 5

The door swings open. Mrs. Smith walks in and looks directly at my bag full of stuff. She gives me a stern look and asks: "What's this for?"

I smile awkwardly and say: "It's for... uh... A present for the next lucky person soon to be 18", Mrs. Smith looks at the bag and then at me. She sighs and says: "The tradition doesn't allow presents... it's lunch by the way".

I nod and turn to my bag, acting like I am taking the stuff out, until I hear her footsteps far, far away. I sigh and hide the bag under my bed, I'll sneak food and water into the bag...

I go downstairs, and to the kitchen. I look around in cabinets what I could take... Mrs. Smith looked at me and said: "Lunch is right her, young woman", I laugh, trying not to be suspicious... even though, I'm 100% sure, she is suspicious of me, already. I take a water bottle and fill it up, acting like it is for my lunch.

For lunch I only ate pasta with some meat pieces on the side. And quickly sneaked some lunch bars in my pocket, in the hoodie. I take the water bottle with me into my room. Before I went, Mrs. Smith yelled: "May you help me tidy up the house before the ceremony?"

I look confused at her. Not understanding what she meant... "Isn't the ceremony in two days? Tomorrow I must clean my room and then after that do the ending", Mrs. Smith smiled and said: "It's one more thing, Sweety. You just never knew of it, since only people that are supposed to do the ceremony will know", I am even more confused I shake my head, but before I could say anything she continued: "We'll have to cover all the mirrors with a blanket and it will have to be like that for a day, after the ceremony"

She is planning already it... She is planning my death, I fake getting a notification on my phone, I click the start button 3 times and it fakes for me, and look at my phone, I say: "Oh, sorry Mrs. Smith, this is an emergency". Mrs. Smith with a stern face says: "and this is tradition, after that call come down immediately."

I gulp quietly trying not to look or sound scared. I walk into my room and close the door. I really need to go like... now. I take the bag, that I placed under the bed, but I came across the box, I open the box quickly and take the composition book, that had Hilda's last note and stuff it into my bag. I quickly stuff the water bottle and the lunch bars (they are almost like sandwiches, but in bar form). I look if I have everything and then close the bag. I look at the small door behind the desk and open it.

Here goes nothing...