Chapter 2: Jonathan

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Man, my back hurts so much. That freaking couch, I swear it's going to give me a hunch back. I keep telling mom and dad they need to buy a new one, but the money's been so tight recently with college coming closer and closer I don't even know if they can. I don't really remember why I crashed on the couch... maybe Justin got sick in the middle of the night and my dad moved me. That's another thing to put on my list of why I should get my own room. I mean sharing a room with your little brother is fun when you're little, but when you're eighteen and he's twelve, those six years become a big difference. I've been making my case for years, but my parents just won't budge. At least I only have to survive this last year, and then I'm off to college. Speaking of my parents, where are they? Usually by now they've been up for hours. Based on the light coming in from the window, it should be around ten o'clock.

In fact, it's really strange that they aren't here watching the news, or reading quietly. I should probably go check on them. I get up and turn around to where the hall is, or rather where it should be. The thing is, it's not there. It's just a solid wall, painted the same weird blue-gray color that my mom has been complaining about for years. Okay, okay, okay. Don't freak out Jonathan, it's probably just a figure of your imagination. I rub my eyes to clear the fogginess. When I look back at the place the hallway leading to all other rooms of my one story house should be, it's still not there. What the hell is going on?

Then I hear a noise coming from where the closet door is. I snatch the lamp closest to me and hold it like a baseball bat. When the door swings open, I let out a battle cry and swing the lamp at whatever is coming from behind that door. Too late I realize it's a girl that looks about as scared as I feel.

"Crap!" I yell. She might've been able to give me information on why I'm in a room posing as my family's living room. She could've been my ticket out of here, and I just knocked her out with a freaking lamp.

I'm always making stupid mistakes. My mom used to say that I would do better in school if I focused on fixing them. I never really listened though. I mean I got like all B's. Good enough right? Between my okay grades, my popularity, and obvious good looks, I already know that I'm going places.

Being popular isn't going to help me here. What to do, what to do. Wait. Yeah, I'll wait until she wakes up. It can't take too long, right?

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