DreamWorld. {DISCONTINUED}

The Door Behind The Rose Bush~

The rest of that day passed quite quickly; Mathematics and then Art and Design, both of which Georgia didn't really like. She had always been good at art, but she didn't like the subject. As for Maths, she hated that anyway. She had never been really good at it and she felt that the teachers expected her to be.

She was on the way back home in her dads' car, listening to him run on about how good her grades were. It was funny how he missed out her Maths grade. He kept saying how good her grades were, but compared to Aimee, she was useless.

"George, you've done great, much better than I ever did." Her dad praised, running a hand through his light-brown hair. His hair looked so different from her mothers, from all the pictures she had seen of her. Her dad said her mothers' hair was a dark-brown, but it looked more black to Georgia.

"Your mother would have been proud." He sighed. He normally added little comments like this to their convosations. Her mother had died when Georgia was two, so Georgia had never had a real to meet her. Her mother had died in a car crash with her friend, who miraculously survived.

"Thanks, Dad." Georgia said simply, tired from her day at school. They pull up outside their house, a small terrace house, and her dad turned off the engine. Georgia jumped out of the car, pulling her school bag with her. She opened the front door and shouted back to her dad, "I'm gonna' revise for Geography!"

Once she was in her room, she sat on her bed for a long time, idly making plaits in her black and white hair. Her dad had never really liked how she dyed it, he said it was like a "Magpie" but she liked it. It was all black, with just the front parts and her fringe dyed white.

She thought about her day, thinking over all the infomation her science teacher had tried to cram into her head. She shook her head and laughed quitely to herself. It was hopeless. She was so forgetful. Then, she remembered something. The boy. Was he real or wasn't he? She still wasn't sure. He seemed so real, but would he have disappeared so suddenly? He couldn't have ran away, Georgia would have seen him.

She heard a knock on the door, and jumped up before noticing her dad had gotten it. She heard the voice of a man. Oh, it must be one of dads' friends. They normally came round on a friday.

Sighing, she grabbed her bag and pulled out her Geography book, her mind still swimming with thoughts of that boy. She opened the book and started reading through, her eyes skimming over the curly mass of letters. It was no use, she was paying more attention to her handwriting that what she had actually written in it. She shoved the book back in her bag and dragged her feet downstairs.

She could hear the voices coming from the kitchen, she recognised her dads, and then realised that the other voice was her dads' friend Phil. Suddenly, the door opened behind her. Georgia jumped and spun around, becoming face-to-face with her eighteen year old sister, Marianne.

"Woah, watch it, George!" Her sister smiled and playfully punched Georgias' arm.

"Ow!" She complained, rubbing her arm. "That hurt."

Her sister shrugged and walked away, into the kitchen. Georgia remembered that she was going to hang out with Aimee and walked into the kitchen. "Dad, I'm going out with Aimee now, so I'll see you at seven, yeah?"

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"Aimee! Slow down!" Georgia gasped, trying to catch up with Aimee. This was another one of Aimees silly tricks. When Georgia wasn't paying attention, she would run off. Sometimes I really hate that girl. She thought, stopping to catch her breath.

Aimee came skipping back to her, giggling childishly.

"Not funny, Aimee." Georgia said through deep breathes, her heart beating fast. Next time, I'm not going to follow her. Georgia noted, cursing under her breath.

"Sorry.." Aimee smirked, obviously she wasn't sorry. Aimee looked around and spotted a rose bush. "Look!" She wandered over to it and looked at the roses. She walked over to a pure white one and gently picked it, placing it in the breast pocket of her leather jacket.

Annoyed still, Georgia walked around the other side of the bush and spotted a door. The door was painted blue, but the paint was beginning to peel off and you could see the black paint underneath. The handle was a rusty gold, with a unlocked padlock. Interesting.

"Hey Aimee, look at this door." Georgia called, curious to find out what lied beyond. She placed her hand wearily on the doorhandle as Aimee appeared next to her.

"Ooh!" She said looking at the dirty brick wall surrounding it. "Do you think it's a house?"

"Probably not, but it looks quite interesting, don't ya' think?" Georgia twisted the door handle and slowly pulled it open, her heart beating hard in her chest. The door squeaked on it's hinges as she pulled it open. Aimee peered inside and sighed.

"Just looks like an old barn." The expression on her face made it look like she expected there to be some kind of house. Georgia looked inside and gasped. For it wasn't a barn that Georgia saw, but a huge field full of flowers of every colour. She looked around the place, spotting a small cottage.

"This is amazing..." Georgia said in awe, reaching down and picking a small, blue flower. How come Aimee saw a barn? Nevermind, that could wait till later.

"What? It's a barn for crying out loud!" Aimee burst out laughing and knocked the flower, or a peice of straw as Aimee could see, out of Georgias' hand. "Come on, let's go."

"No, I want to see it."

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My Second Chapter Of This Story, Hope You Enjoyed! Will Aimee Finally See The World? And Will Georgia Explore This Strange World Behind The Door? Well, That's A Secret! Check Out The Next Chapter When It Comes Out!

Chloee~xoxo