Strangers

Conversation With Skater Boy

Oh shit.

I'm doomed.

Mum is going to kill me!

I fiddled with the handle of the door for any hope, but I guess I had a bad luck. I even left the spare key in my school bag.

I sighed loudly and thought of ideas to get in. I pushed my hand inside the cat door and reached for the handle, but failed. If only I wish I was a cat.

"You okay there?" An unfamiliar voice spoke.

I turned around reluctantly to see a figure only a couple of inches taller then me. I eyed him down from his shoes. He was wearing converses with odd laces and skinny black jeans with a hoodie.

Damn, this guy knows how to dress! I'm glad he isn't one of those boys with Hollister clothing brand.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Kind of." I mumbled back to him, refusing to meet his face.

"What's the matter?"

And just right then, I had to look at his face. He had a mixed race skin with grey eyes and you could almost see the fringe of his hair, but his hoodie was covering the rest.

I gulped. I have been living here all my life, and where was he? Just like Rhianna's song, 'Where have you been? All my l-i-i-fe' Maybe she wrote that song for me.

"I'm locked outside."

"How'd you get locked outside? Weren't you inside the house?"

"I was, until I heard the sound of skateboarding. I came outside to see, but I couldn't. So just as I was about to go in, the wind shut me out." I fiddled with my fingers.

"And you don't have a spare key?" He asked, whilst lifting one of his eyebrows.

I shook my head.

"The wind hates me." I mumbled softly so only I can hear it.

He laughed loudly whilst clutching his tummy.

"You're funny." He said whilst pointing at me.

"And you're rude! And Mean!" I said back, poking him in his chest.

"I-Wha? How am I mean? I just gave you a nice compliment."

"I'm locked outside because of you!"

"Hey! I don't remember saying, 'Oh hey, pretty girl, come watch me skate'"

"You sure you didn't?"

He rolled his eyes and scratched the back of his neck.

"So now what? Is there any window open? You could ask one of your neighbour if they can let you in." He suggested.

"Yeah, maybe I should. Thanks for the advice Skater Boy!" I grinned and walked to the house next door.

An old lady lives here and she hates me, technically because I play my music too loud or even sing and she hates my music taste. But hey, at least I don't sound like Justin Bieber. She even talked to my mum about how I dress, she said I should be wearing a frock with ribbons in my hair. And I said she should stick her head down the toilet and flush it.

I knocked on the door calmly, because if that old woman flips out on me, I'd lose my cool on skater boy.

A few seconds later the door opened, revealing her in a long black dress and a walking stick.

"What do you want? Here to cause trouble are you?" She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Erm, nope. I'm locked outside and I need to get back in from your window." I said to her nicely.