I looked up. A cold chill went through my spine. I walked up to his house. The mailbox still said "Wheeler", in cursive. The red bricks her scattered along the ground and a few of the windows were shattered. Barb was walking very slowly behind me as I crept up to the door. I opened it, knowing Mike definitely wasn't waiting there for me. I really wish he'd been there though; holding a plate of eggos for me. Man I'm starving. Anyways, we went inside slowly. You never know when the roof was gonna cave in on you, or if the floor is gonna sink into the basement. I remembered everything though; his dad's very cozy chair, their T.V., even all their family photos that were now scattered among the floor. What I remember most though, is Mike. His photo caught my eye right away. The glass was unharmed, but the gram had been all a scratched up. I slowly disassembled the photo frame to grab the picture inside. It was quite hard though, I had to rip apart the backing and try my best to get the photo out, unharmed. I was grabbing the picture ready to turn it over, when Barbara walked in to the room.
I spun around quickly, "Barb!", I screamed.
"Yeah uh, whatever your name is again."
I showed her my wrist. "Eleven.", I said while pointing at myself.
"Eleven.",Barb said with a little giggle, "Cool"
"El for short."
"Okay, El..."
I carefully folded up the photo and put it in my pocket. I lead the way through the house, just because I knew the way the best.
Barb asked, "Why do you care so much about the wheelers? How do you even know them?"
"Mike. Bad men. He saved me."
"Oh.", Barb replied.
I could tell she still didn't understand. I didn't really know how to put it though. I didn't mention anything else. As we were walking up the stairs, I wondered, If it was me who created this world, how come I don't know how to get out? I made it after all. I should be able to get out of it, and seal the portal up! That left me questioning myself. I really am a weirdo.
