You are still here. Good. I have much more to say, and I'm not sure if I can get it all out...at least in time...so let's continue. Lets go back to the car.
"We are here." I finally learn where 'here' is. The house seemed nice. A red brick house with just a few windows that I could see. The yard had tall grass, but only tall enough that you could go awhile longer without mowing it. Out of curiosity, I asked the people in the front of the vehicle if this was their house. My answer, like before, just a smile. The people in the car got out and the man opened my door, inviting me out of the car.
"Come with us." He told me to go with them. Why did I have a feeling that was what I shouldn't have done? Its a weird feeling, a 10 year old entering a new house. You know nothing about the house and where anything is. However, there was a different feeling about the house. Little did I know then, that I would spend a majority of my time determining if the feeling was good or bad, let alone what it even was. Don't get me wrong. The house looked well done and at first I felt comfortable in the house. I was only 10 years old who had a feeling that I would never see my parents again. Just as I began to ask why we are here, the lady put her cold hand on my shoulder and began to talk.
"This is your new home." My new home. Does that make them my parents? Are my real parents moving here? What was wrong with my old house? I've talked for way too long. I must go. Forgive me. Surely you of all people understand.
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The True Story
Misteri / ThrillerMost stories make their life is perfect and they couldn't be happier. Well, that might be the case...but not for me. You will see why
