Chapter 1-
Laciey's POV
*Flashback*
'This stupid door isn't opening!' I thought to myself. I maybe only 7 years old and trust me I know how to open a door, but this one wont open. I officially stuck now. "Gosh I hate doors!" I thought I whispered to myself instead a curly brown mop stood in front of me which was Elisabeth's twin brother. "It's not nice to hate things Laciey" he smirked. "Well it's good that you are not a thing because I hate you Bradley" I smirked back. He then throws open the door and walks out. 'Finally! The door opened' I thought to myself.
*End of Flashback*
I'm sitting on our couch and the thunderstorm has knocked out all the power. My mother and brother are currently lighting candles around the house and my father is starting a fire in the fireplace. I'm starting to freak out. Once I see the first spark of fire I freeze.
*Flashback*
My brother, Ayden, is running around and playing with my best friend, Connor. While Elisabeth and Haley are screaming and I look over as Bradley distractedly throws rocks at them, and Ayden and Connor are throwing a baseball back and forth. Mrs. Simpson and Mom are talking while Connor's dad and my dad are grilling the food. "Bradley Will Simpson!!! Stop throwing rocks at the girls or else!!!" she yelled. "Ugh! Fine!!" he groaned. I observed this while I made my way to my brother and Connor just as Bradley got to them. "Wanna play catch Laciey?" Connor asked. "Sure why not! As long as you don't hit me in the face again" I mumbled the last part. Bradley complains but Ayden tells him to suck it up. We throw the ball back and forth for a while then as Bradley aims it at me but instead he hits a tikitorch and just like a domino effect all the tikitorches around the yard and fall over and I'm frozen in place as everyone runs through the house to the front yard and calls 911. It starts to get really hot and hard to breath and the next thing I know I'm on the ground and everything turns black.
*End of Flashback*\
"Lace? Are you alright?" my brother asks while shaking me out of my thoughts of the past, "Yeah. I'm Okay" I reply a little to quickly. He gives me a suspicious look, but just sat next to me. While mom and dad sit on the loveseat across the room from us. "Laciey, sweetie, will you run over to Connor's and see if they have any spare candles we can borrow?" asks my mom. "Sure, Mom" I answer a tad to eagerly. I get up, slip my shoes on, and dash outside to Connor's house which is to the left of ours. As I reach under their 'Home Sweet Home' mat, grab their spare key, and unlock their door. "Woah, This house is seriously dark..." I whispered to myself. I have to feel my way over to the hall closet. Once I flick a flashlight on I start rummaging around for the candles mom wants... All of a sudden I hear foot steps and muffled voices and then I hear the front door open and close. "I thought we locked this door..." says a male voice that I have known forever. Crap monkeys!!!!!!!
"Laciey?"
Double crap monkeys!!!!
"Hey, Connor..........." I say awkwardly.
I so didn't wanna be caught here.
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A/N-
Hey Y'all!!!!!!!! This our first story but I hope y'all enjoy it. This maybe rough but hang with us! Love y'all! - Elisabeth
