The thing that the other kid said, and no, I haven't learned their names yet, was still kinda bothering me. 'You look like someone I know... Do you have any siblings?' he had said. That bothers me so much. But did I have any siblings? Siblings I didn't know about? Why wouldn't my mom tell me if I did? I shook my head, pushing the thoughts away to the corners of my mind. It was weird, though.
I got up and walked to my bedroom door, looking down the hallway. No one was in sight, that I could tell or hear. I ran down the steps and rushed outside. Me being antisocial, as usual. And that's also why I don't know the boys' names yet. I prefer reading, not talking.
But now I come to think of it, the only times I see anyone else is around noon and six o'clock-ish. It was weird that I didn't see them around that often come to think about it. Back where I originally came from, the boys would always be running around doing dumb stuff on bikes, scooters and so on. But these idiots were nowhere to be found. And the lady who ran this whole house seemed to always be gone and here at the same time as the guys. It's either I was still in shock from the event, or something was really suspicious.
But this time at dinner, Miss Lisney insisted on me introducing myself to everyone. She told me to talk to each one of them. Introducing myself seven different times. Great.
As night came and everyone was, or at least was supposed to be, according to Lisney's loose rules, going to bed, I lay there remembering the seven different, new names I had to learn. Elijah, Blaylock, Garrett, Adam, Seth, Lionel, and Demetrius. All name's I personally didn't know someone with that name until this whole incident happened.
But there was still something weird about them all being gone during the day. Sure I'm antisocial, but I like knowing where people are. It helps me know where not to go I guess. I made the decision to actually look around and see where they all go. I've started getting tired of hanging out alone. I guess I was going to follow everyone to where they go after breakfast in the morning. This will be interesting, I thought. Yet I was scared. And unnatural feeling of fear.
(please chill, I'm working on it)
(not that much this time, sorry)
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Narrativa generale***THIS STORY IS ON HOLD*** This story is based on a dream I actually had and I don't know why, wait yes I do, I chose to write it as a story (with added details). I will go on farther than my dream to make it better.
