What is Jordan talking about? I mean I cant trust him, I don't know him. But the more I think about it the more it make sense. The way my dad is never there, the look he always gives me when I call him dad. Urgg why cant my life be normal.
Walking up the stone path that lead to my house I begin to search through my bag for my keys. I do not realise anyone else is there, until hands grab my neck from behind. I start clawing at the hands, hoping that some air will flood into my lungs.
Moving my leg, I kick backwards hopefully connecting with the person who has me captive. Hearing a grunt from behind me the person bends over, loosening their hands. Prying the hands from my neck I turn around to see my attacker.
He sits there crouched down on the uneven floor, clutching his damaged stomach tightly. His hair is strangely white, given the age I have put to his face. He looks to be around mid forties. He is quite well built, wearing a black t-shirt that clings to his body. Taking a look at his face, his features look to be more defined. Eyes sunken, cheek bones risen. He looks to be on the deaths door with is grey tinted skin.
Turnig around i run towards my front door. Grabbing the keys out of my bag i quickly insert them into the door and twist the key.Opening the door i walk inside, slamming the door shut i turn the lock. Leaning against the door i catch my breath, falling to the ground i clutch my knees to my chest.
10 minutes later
Pulling myself together, i stand up from the floor. Going up to my dads room i decide to search for this mysterious box, tot see if he is telling the truth. Reaching towards the door knob of my fathers room, i hesitate. I don't like invading his privacy. But if he knows something about me then i must know.
Walking into his room i look in his wardrobe. Searching through the piles of clothes that are stacked within, i find nothing. Looking around the room i see a chest at the end of his bed. Standing up i walk towards the end of his bed. Halfway there i hear a loud creek, looking down i walk over the floor board again. CREEK. There goes that sound again. Sitting down on the floor i begin to pry the board up from the floor. When the board lifts up i place it to one side. Peering inside the hole on the floor, i find an old, webbed box gently placed at the bottom. Carefully picking up the box, i hold it up to the light so i can get a better look at it. Words are engraved onto the box, in a language that i do not understand.
The box is covered in a thick layer of dust. When i blow the the top, a cloud of dust appears filling my lungs. After a 2 minute coughing fit, i go to open the box.
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The single silver hair
Teen Fiction18 year old Melody Stanton was abandoned as a child by her mother. Having a father who is never there for her, she has always felt alone. Just when she thinks things cannot get any worse, she finds out she is a witch. She is suddenly sucked into a l...
