Geek to Chic

Geek to Chic Chapter 14

Okay guys when I was writing this chapter I was kind of half asleep so it gets kind of confusing. I also wanted to change the scene a bit and yeah..if it's too confusing, i'm really sorry, I'm well aware it's a weird chapter, but I hope you enjoy it all the same:) Thank you for reading!!

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After around 30 minutes of running I finally start to slow down. I don't know where I am, I have never been here before. I can see loads of trees and I think I can just about make out an old house. I start to walk closer to the house, wanting to get a better view of it.

After tripping over my own feet around one million times I am finally standing right in front of the house. The only way I can describe this house is by saying it looks like the house off of the film 'Monster House' but obviously is doesn't have the old man saying 'Get off my lawn' or the huge tongue slithering out of the front door. Because If that tongue was coming out of the door, I would be dead straight away, not from being eaten, but by having a heart attack. 

One of the windows has a crack right down the middle of it, the front door looks like it's been kicked in a few times and the curtains look torn apart. Wow it looks like the Beast from 'Beauty and The Beast' lives here. This place is seriously falling apart. 

I freeze on the spot when I suddenly hear an old womans voice coming from inside the house. I can see the curtain moving, I swear someone is watching me. I start to back away slowly, but before I can run away, an old lady comes running out and grabs my arm pulling me inside. I am officially dead. This will be an amazing story to be put in the newspapers, headline: 'Young teenage girl got murdered by an old lady psychopath' Yes I can just see that being published.

She drags me into a room which seems to be the living room. There's a tv with a smashed screen, the wallpaper is coming off the walls and seems to be rotting, and the sofa that I'm sitting on now against my will, looks tattered and there's crumbs everywhere, which makes me feel quite sick.

I start shaking (that's what I do when I'm scared, I can't help it) finally I manage to speak up.

"W-what d-do you w-want with m-me?" I ask stuttering like an idiot.

"Don't worry young lady, you don't have to be scared, I won't hurt you." She said her voice all shaky like an old witch.

"Well then why did you drag me in here against my will?" I ask starting to get my confidence back.

"Because, I thought you might know Michaela, she's your age" She says starting to sit next to me.

"Um, yes, I know Michaela, but that still doesn't answer my question as to why you dragged me in here" I say sounding confused.

"I'm her foster mum, yes I know I look around 100 years old, but I am only 60" She says chuckling.

"Well your age wasn't the first question that popped into my head just now" I say still confused.

"Well, Michaelas parents used to abuse her, the neighbours they used to live next door to, noticed the bruises she had and they phoned social services and thats when I saw her in the foster home and I adopted her" She says explaining herself I bit more.

"Well, I don't mean to burst your bubble here or be rude but me and your 'daughter' don't seem to be the best of friends so I still don't know why you're telling me all of this and I don't know how you knew that I knew her" I say trying to get her to actually answer my questions for once.

She sighed. "She never has been good at making friends, she always hangs around with the wrong crowd of people" She says playing with her hands.

"Yeah, I kind of noticed" I say trying to break the seriousness in the conversation.