I sat at the dinner table, poking the chicken with my fork. My God, no one likes this crappy stuff. Well, except for old people anyways, and I'm not old! I'm four years old! God, I hate them. At least my sister doesn't get the concept that these two are stupid. Like, really stupid.
"Sky," Grandpa asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I'd rather not eat this. I'm pretty sure they serve these in prisons. It's slop."
"It's good for you," Grandma said, "So you can grow big and strong."
"I'm pretty sure I'm already stronger than you. You're old."
Grandpa laughed, slapping his knee while Grandma had a serious look on her face. I smiled, chuckling. "Granmama old!" Elida squealed.
Then, there was a knock at the door and I sighed. Mama's back. No...I don't want to go with her. I hate her. So much. Grandma got up and went to the door. I ran up and grabbed her hand. "No! I don't wanna go with her!" I yelled, trying to pull her back.
"Skylar, you have to." She said, prying my hand off of her. She opened the door and a young blonde woman came in. It was my mother. She looked just sober. I sighed and grabbed my backpack as Grandma grabbed Elida, handing her to Mama. "Come on Skylar." She mumbled, "Come along."
I nodded and followed her, getting in the car. The little feeling in my stomach returned, the one to hurt. I hate her. I really do.
Then, I saw a figure in the corner of my Grandparent's yard. A child, my age. Chris! I smiled big and waved. He waved back, looking all fancy as usual. I liked Chris, he's the only one that truly understands me. He's my best friend.
Chris put his finger to his lips, with a grin. I nodded and Mama drove off.
We got home and I ran inside before Mama and Elida. As I got in, I saw Papa sitting on the couch. I smiled big and ran over to hug him. "Papa!" He smiled and hugged back. "Hi Sky, how was Grandmama's?" I looked down. "Are you okay? Did things go fine?"
I shook my head. "Grandmama believes I'm a demon." He chuckled and kissed my head. "Don't listen to her, she's old and crazy." I giggled and nodded, hugging him again.
Mama came in, and Papa stood. They kissed and Mama took sleeping Elida upstairs to her room. "Come on," Papa smiled, "Bedtime." I nodded and he picked me up, taking me to my room. I ran to my bed and he tucked me in, I was all warm and snug. "Goodnight." He smiled, kissing my head.
He left and I turned the TV on, watching the Rocky Horror Show, my favorite! Then, I saw something in the window. Something weird. I got up and looked out of it. There was a man standing and watching. He was pale and emotionless. Facelss. And in a black suit. He was just looking up at me. I tilted my head, and he tilted his too. I tilted to the other side, and he did the same. I smiled and waved at the man, he seemed so nice. He waved back, and disappeared into the darkness.
I sighed and laid back in bed. I wondered what the heck that man was, and who he was. Also why he was outside my window. I've never seen anything like him. He was cool! He had no face at all, yet he noticed me waving and looking at him. Could he see, but he doesn't have eyes? If so, that's really cool. I remembered Chris too. Why did he put his finger to his lips? Was he planning something? If so, what is he thinking? I sighed and closed my eyes, drifting off to a deep sleep. Having a dream about the weird man.
"Don't worry," I heard Chris say, "We'll do something no one will forget."
