Untouchable

Chapter 12 - Unexpected Guests

 Chapter 12 - Unexpected Guests

  "The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?"

- Edgar Allan Poe

The rest of my day was pretty uneventful, a huge contrast to what transpired when I woke up earlier, or so I thought. I spent it doing some chores, cleaning my room up a bit (and by that, I mean straightening a book or two on the shelf), and finished reading a book. By the time it was almost dinner time, I was bored to my wits end.

See, it takes a lot to hold my attention. I get bored so easily that I sometimes even switch songs before finishing it. This annoys a lot of people, mind you. Especially if they were singing along to the song and I'd suddenly switch tracks. I even tried scanning through my Wattpad reading list, but none of the books I liked had an update and I couldn't find any other good ones.

So I resorted to watching TV. It really wasn't helping at all. There was this dumb show I couldn't really understand and I was already drowsy 5 minutes to it.

"Meg!"

"Hmm?" I jumped, waking up from my nap. I yawned as I looked around and I realized I was alone in the living room. But I was pretty sure I heard one of the twins.

"Look what we did!" I heard the twins call again.

"Yeah, Meg. Look at that!"

I whipped my head up at that.

I was currently laying on my stomach at the living room davenport, my legs dangling and a hand pinned beneath my ribs. I shook out my hand, groaning in discomfort as I tried to get rid of the pins and needles feeling. I looked around and tried to reorient myself.

I remembered watching TV in this position, my legs bent and swinging back and forth. I was flicking through the television channels and getting a bit more frustrated since I could not find a good show. To be honest, I didn't even know why I bothered earlier. If I could just have gone to read a good book, I'd be in an immensely awesome mood by now. But no! I just felt like giving the television shows another chance to convince me that this was not an entirely senseless invention and that humanity today was not as dumb as I believed them to be. Though I don't understand why I even bother. I'm always disappointed.

I still stand by my belief that when one of the twins actually sound eager to show me something, it has to be something disastrous.

See, mum was busy in the kitchen for some stuff I don't know about. She mentioned dinner though, so it's all good because who doesn't like food anyway. And I was left in charge, or to babysit the twins.

"What is it?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes before pushing myself off the davenport. Covering my mouth to muffle a huge yawn, I got up to head towards the sound of their voices which currently seemed to be the dining room.

As I walked in on them setting the table in a manner I'm not sure I can even manage, I sighed in obvious relief. To be honest, when I first heard them call, I thought they played some prank, or they broke some stuff, or maybe even stole all the cookies. Not that mum would get mad at the cookie part, mind you. It's just that I liked the cookies and I'd be very heartbroken if I got none of them.

I walked to one of the nearest chairs, pulled it out and plopped down ungracefully with a thump as I tried to stifle another yawn. Yes, I was sleepy. If you might recall, I was rudely pulled out from my slumber very, very early this morning. I leaned back on the chair and looked around, mostly keeping my eye on the twins who looked busy as they set the 7th place on the table.