Forgotten Past
*READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* I wrote this book a longgggg time ago and the writing it so fetus-y, ya know? Just enjoy at your own risk ;)
Not knowing her past, Alya Woods, lives in a world of secrets. Once her mom goes off on a business t...
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Chapter 1: The News
"What?! Why can't I stay home alone?" I spoke tremulously.
"I'll be sending you to Auntie Anne's for a few months, depending on how long my business trip will last. But, please Alya, you've gotta understand that I can't trust you after...that day."
I grinned at the thought of that day. What happened was...
"Jake, stop it!" I wailed out loud, "It's mean to steal someone's stuff! Give my stuffed animal back!"
"Ha, ha, ha! You won't get it back! Watch this!" Jake said, laughing.
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw my favorite, fluffy, stuffed animal dropped into a puddle of muddy, dirty water. Reactively as any ordinary nine-year-old, I pulled his hair and gave him a good punch in the eye. My mom, unfortunately, wasn't there to stop us. We continued to carry our banter into the house, slapping muddy footprints all over the floor. We ran into the kitchen, where a pot of chicken soup was simmering.
"Arghhh! Wait till I grab your ugly mop of brown hair, Jake!" I said, close enough to catch a hold of him, by the stove. Instead, I accidentally crashed into him, which sent the pot of chicken soup flying through the air.
Jake and I stood there, jaws dropped. Our eyes flew to the door, as it flung open.
"Honey, Alya, I'm home! Let's-" my mom gaped at the sight in front of her. There was soup everywhere, chicken pieces around the kitchen, and the guilty faces of Jake and I.
"WHAT ON HE-" coughing, she continues to screech, "-HAPPENED HERE?!"
My babysitter decided to groggily enter the kitchen at the wrong time. Eyeing the chicken soup on the ground to my grasp on Jake's hair to my mother's fuming posture, she was definitely in shock.
"Ma'am, I r'lly got no idea bout what happened. I'm sorry." With that said, my babysitter ran out the house with a frightened face. I don't think I saw that babysitter after that day.
From that day on, my mom could never trust me. I blinked a couple times, regaining my presence in reality. "But mom, I don't even remember Auntie Anne. She could be a kidnapper or...or...or a murderer or she could be making her children eat rotten, moldy kitkats ImeanthatisincrediblygrossandIfeellikeI'mgoingtohyperventilate... gahhhh!" I feign pain by grasping my heart and going cross-eyed in agony.
My mom rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Alya, calm down, you're too dramatic. She's my sister and I know her. I've been in touch with her. I called her a few weeks ago for confirmation about your trip."
