𝐓𝐒𝐑𝟖𝐌𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒
𝗪𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦,
𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗕𝗨𝗦 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗬𝗔𝗥𝗗ART- @ussopefave on Pinterest
WARNING
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FILLERONE TIME, when I was six years old, my parents told me to go do something with my life and do kid things. They didn't say what these 'things' were. So I simply walked out the door with a flattened ball in my hand, not knowing what to do. My parents were serious people, that's what I used to say. When I started to get older, I realized the amount of ignorance I felt from them. If they weren't going to pay attention to their child why did they even want me in the first place? I was a little too aware of my surroundings and too smart for my good to know at the time, that I was useless to them, just an item to flex to their friends only to be discarded when they weren't looking.
Now here I am, standing in the same spot at 16 years of age, holding the same flattened piece of work in my hands. I dropped the circular piece of leather on the ground, hearing it let out a silent cry, well that's what I imagined.
" Hey, kid!"
My eyes looked up from staring at the object to staring at the woman in front of her. Not gonna lie, I thought that was a man... She had short straight hair that looked a little messy a yellow short-sleeved shirt with very little wrinkles, jeans, and sneakers...
" :|"
" Oh... Um, I was wondering if you wanted to check out Sorrel Weed House for a tour?"
I raised an eyebrow, what the sigma? Nah, I'm not a thug, and she doesn't even look like she's from here... And she couldn't be taking a jog because I wouldn't want to run in some jeans, there's something about her I don't trust... But he has nothing to do, so I guess he can't refuse. " Fine." I wonder why she's inviting me to the place anyway.
The next thing I knew was walking into the old building as she was explaining the paintings and antiques in the room, to be honest, I would rather be picking grass than being here, I didn't miss school to suddenly attend an extra history class. She's yapping so much you could say she was a professional-
My attention turned to her, her phone buzzing in her pocket. She held it to her ear before looking worried." I'm sorry this is an emergency, you can continue to look around while I'm gone but no touching."
" Okay. "
I watched her rush past me, but I couldn't help but think how stupid she thought I was, I knew this was set up, but I don't know why. She was way too obvious for my liking, the phone call gave it away. It might've of been a coincidence but shouldn't tour guides have their phone silent, and shouldn't the person calling know that she's working? See what I mean? But a little exploring didn't kill Dora the Explorer, so why should it kill me?
I walked around, ending up in a brick room, a blank look on my face. Yeah. This was boring, this was giving a school field trip, but worse. In the corner of my eye, I saw something move. My lips turned into a thin line as I slowly turned my head towards the direction. And I saw the skinniest black figure I've seen in my life- I mean it's not the first time I've seen a black person but... Listen, it didn't look right- They turned their head towards me slowly, their blurred white eyes making eye contact with mine with their yellowish teeth grinning wide open.
Just to make sure, I threw a book at their chest, watching it fall to their feet. I just had to make sure I wasn't imagining things. We started at each other for a few seconds before I skedaddled so quickly out the door. Yeah, and guess what, I didn't even trip on my way out! I'm proud of myself fr fr. I panted before rushing home, never going there again, and just to be petty, I'm leaving a bad review. But for the most part, that thing wasn't human, or a monster. But I know it wasn't from here, and it sure wasn't something to scare me, I saw that woman go straight out the door, and there weren't any back doors in the room I was in.
And when Che found out there was a field trip going to that area, he did NOT attend at all.
AUTHORS NOTE
______________ □AYYYYAYYY, I did a chapter by the due date! And by the way, this is the reason why Che can go to the other world, but there's more to it than this. But you'll have to wait until the 30th to find out.👹 But since I'm being generous, ill let you ask a question about Che, Getitio, or the plot.
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Fanfiction" How about you being built like the bus driver?" " How about you being built like the bus?"