Just a dork with an imagination

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The rest of my day was spent sitting in the corner of my room with a blanket, rocking forward and back, thinking about what just happened. That shocking scream is stuck on replay in my mind. Surely this wasn't a coincidence, this has to be connected to my book doesn't it? I fought with myself deciding of I was being dramatic or if I was in some deep shit. I came to the conclusion that the faster I find my book, the better. Either a) I was being dramatic and this is because I'm depressed or b) there is something bigger going on here. I hear the slamming of a car door and jump across the room and dive under the covers of my bed. Mum gets Home at 3:30 and I should probably look unwell so I have an excuse to stay home tomorrow. I practice a few fake coughs before I yell, " mum? Heh heh". No one replies but I hear the door creak away from the frame. If she's not coming up, then I should go down and tell her I won't be able to attend school tomorrow, well I'll do the opposite because my mum is a sucker for reverse sociology. I run out my room, grab one of the spare fuzzy blankets from the cupboard and carefully waddle down the stairs.

" hey mum, i think I can go to school tomorrow" I sarcastically say. I head toward the front entrance and get attacked by a giant gust of wind. Hmm? Mum doesn't usually leave the door open. I swing the door shut and lock it. I walk into the kitchen. I stop in the middle of the hallways, I swear I heard footsteps. I lower my eyebrows like how the suspicious people do in movies. I run as fast as I can while I'm a human spring roll and head back upstairs. I am really getting spooked out now. I struggle as my heart thumps in my eardrums but eventually evacuate to the safety of my room. At least that's what I thought... 

I am about to land this spring roll onto my bed when I hear some strange rummaging noises coming from behind my door, I never closed my door. Mother would never enter my room without my permission so who the hell was this person? The person who I notice is fully clothed in yellow, suddenly stops looking through my draws and turns around. Being the cliche I am, I dodge out the way and press my back against the wall. I can feel my breath getting heavier and my legs shake like a chiwawa. Once again I hear footsteps, the stranger in my room is obvious stomping really loudly to scare me off, well it works tough guy! Im shitting my pants over here! The house goes quiet, all that I hear is my breath and heart thumping out of my chest. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Excuse my language but I'm pretty sure you would be cursing if a strange banana guy came into your house. This banana was nothing like the nice one in my dream.

I slowly grip onto the doorframe and stick my head out the side. The one thing that catches my eye, other than the giant pile of clothing and junk, is that the window is open and my curtains are flying around like a flag. I look over at my bed which is the one thing that hasn't been touched. I jump on there, leaving the blanket at my feet and stare at the roof. I tilt my head and look at my clock. How did I not realize it was only 1:00? I face palm myself and sit there, once again thinking about the sudden chaos. My life just got a whole lot more adventurous and a lot more dangerous... TBC