Hide n' Seek

Chapter 3: Stolen & Found

  "Bye, see you tonight!" Giselle shouted from her mother's BMW. I sighed, hoping she'd forget, the reason is, I hate clubbing. I've never understood why people do that. Though I never understand what people do these days so it doesn't make much difference.  

  That's when I snapped out of my thoughts. I heard my mother's screaming from in front of me.

  "You're incredible! I tell you do something and I'm just talking to a wall! I mean come on..." she just walked past me.

  "Oh shut up! It was you not me that wasted the money!" my father doing the same thing. I mentally hit my face against a wall. I hate when my parents argue, for 2 damn reasons. First, they only argue because I'm here, if I weren't one would be in Hawaii and the other in London. Second, they ignore me, completely, as if...nothing, And lastly, their arguments make no sense what so ever. One talks about money and the other about how the food was terrible. Plus most of their arguments are pointless! I went in, closing the door behind me. I saw Shasta barking at my parents, probably trying to shut them up.

  "Where's Jessica?" my mom asked all of a sudden, oh, now she remembers me. It's just so frustrating, argh!

  "She's right next to the door! What kind of a mother are you, not seeing you're own daughter after not seeing her for two week straight!" my dad started, yeah, like he didn't do the same. I started walking upstairs, whilst my parents commenced a new argument about me being a bloody ghost.

  I went in my room and slammed the door, hard. I jumped on my bed and took my laptop from under the bed. I logged in on Facebook, seeing 5 new friend requests, I accepted 3, ignored 1 and left the last one without answering, simply because I couldn't get into his or her profile, actually it didn't even have a name. I shrugged and logged in on weheartit. It's funny how every time I'm bored I got to weheartit and scroll down, seeing pictures, hearting and I suddenly realize it's fun. I heard a very familiar beep from Facebook, I checked out who sent me a message:

  It would be a shame not to see you in that dress, I'll be watching you- unknown

  I mentally groaned, knowing it was James. I felt my face turn red when I remembered what happened yesterday. 'You're not falling for him, Jess!' my heart told me, I shook away the thoughts and shut the computer, leaving it on my bed. My room was quite big for what it was. One the right wall, I had tons of bookshelves stuffed with book of all kinds, on the left I had my walk-in closet and a door to my bathroom, on the wall were my bed was near the window overlooking a beautiful garden and on the wall right in front of me, my TV with games off all sorts. My room was perfect, at least how I saw it, it wasn't to girly and neither too boyish.

  I could still hear my parents shouting from downstairs, they’re voices getting higher and higher. Since I couldn’t handle it any longer, I decided to get some food, not that we really needed much. I walked downstairs, avoiding the living room and slipping into the kitchen without being noticed, which trust me, wasn’t very difficult. I went out the back door and into the garden. I heard Shasta coming up to me, barking happily as if I were going to take him out for a walk. 

  "Oh Shasta! I bet you just wanted to get away from them" I chukled as he barked, wagging his tail. I walked out through the back gate with Shasta following my pace. As we walked to the supermarket, I felt as if I were being stalked, but I never had the guts to turn around and see if I really was. Not many people were in town today, most of them were probably on vacation or putting up with their cousins. Speaking of cousins, I was glad I didn't have to see Eddy (my cousin) he was a complete pain in the ass. Eddy Raymond Andrew, gosh, how I utterly hated him. He made my life hell, well, at least part of it. Whenever I come and see him, he insults me and talks about how I'll never get a chance in getting a boyfriend because I'm an ugly bitch. He was the reason, I cut and cried. And last but not least, he bullied Debby, constantly, as if it were his hobby. I just wanted to beat the shit out of him but knowing him, he'd tell my parents: "Look what Jess did, that's because of you putting her in martial arts!' not only he'd finish my judo, karate sessions but he would put me in JUVI, literary, my parents are that strict, when they notice me.