I woke up to someone rattling my shoulders.
"Oh thank , you're okay! I almost thought you were dead! Do you remember anything that happened? What is your name? Where do you Live? I can take you home!"
As I looked up at my new alarm, I saw that he was no alarm but more of a prince charming come to wake me from my slumber! His eyes seemed to change color every time they blinked. Green, blue, brown, grey. This boy's hair was red like fire, like the kind I always wanted. Freckles were scattered across his face, perfectly, as if they were sprinkles on a cupcake. As he showed his teeth in a crooked smile my stomach jumped.
"Um, thanks. I'm okay. My name is Nichole. I live down the street." I was not good with boys seeing as I have never hardly spoken to one before. But nevertheless he stuck out his hand to help me up and began to introduce himself but before he could get anything out anything another wave came over me. I fell forward and he caught me.
"Woah! You're not okay! Lets get you home." I snapped out of it right away after that comment. I could not let him see my house or my mom. I could only imagine the horrific scoldings she would give me when she saw my face at the door. Especially with a boy.
"NO!" I responded quickly. "No, thanks but I can get home myself." I steadied myself, brushed off my shirt, grateful to now be wearing one, and started to walk down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of my house.
"Ok then come to my house. It's not far and my mother can give you something to eat to get back your strength." I have to say that this boy's offer was enticing. With going back home not being an option I decided to to partake. I would have to stall anyway until school was over so why not.
As we walked down the street he continued to introduce himself.
"Anyway my name Asher. I am homeschooled." Asher what nice name for a boy. And he was homeschooled. That was something different.
"So do you have... like friends?" I inquired, "I mean if you spend all day at home...?"
"Yes I do. Just because I'm Homeschooled doesn't mean I spend l day at home, and it also doesn't mean I don't have friends."
"Oh. Right. Sorry."
When I saw his house I was thankful that he had not seen mine. It was the gargantuan yellow house with the blue door I had daydreamed of calling my own for as long as I could recelect. The villa held more wonders inside than I could ever have dreamed! A beautiful grand piano found it's place in the living room. There was a fire place underneath the huge television set, bigger than I had ever seen in my life! The walls were painted a smooth brown. There was a flight of spiral stairs going up to the second floor, which held a long hallway with many doors. And I knew this was where I wanted to live. I would start saving today to buy a house just like this one. I would move out and away from my mom post haste. Starting a family of my own I could make for myself a new life not only for me but for my children. Tears filled my eyes as I thought of how much I wanted to have a life like Asher. Ant they rolled down my cheeks as I realised that I would never have one.
"Nichole, what's wrong?" My thoughts were interrupted and I whisked aside the tears making streams down my face.
"Oh, nothing. I'm alright. Your house- I mean my head is hurting me again." I replied as my stomach let out a earthshaking rumble.
"I don't think it's your head as much as your stomach." he returned with a light laugh. "Lets find something to eat."
After Asher and I had enjoyed bacon lettuce and tomato sandwiches, a glass of succulent milk and scrumptious cookies, which were all a delicacy in my world, I glanced at the clock hanging over the fireplace. It was a beautiful clock. The edges were plated in gold, with dark dark finished wood surrounding the inside of the clock. The roman numerals were gold as well as the hands. Aside from noticing the workmanship, I also noticed the time. The small hand was pointing to the three and the larger hand pointing to the six. It was three thirty! If I did not get home in a flurry mother would surely never feed me again. I turned to Asher and blurted that I must be off. I ran out the door and bolted down the sidewalk. Those cookies were not sitting well with me. I suppose I was not used to such rich of food seeing as my mother only fed me powdered milk on very rare occasions and never BLTs or cookies. My stomach lurched but I kept running, my fuel: the thought of the punishments my mother would surely inflict upon me if I was truant.
I reached the house, I refuse to call it home. I do not believe such a thing exists. Only a house with your personal items. Easy to leave and forget. As I turned in the driveway I noticed a tumble-down car in it. Thinking nothing of the vehicle, I burst through the door. And this is where life turns into a horror movie.
