Chapter 7
It has been a week since I have been tutoring Cameron, and to be honest, he is much smarter than I expected, he even fixed a couple of my mathematical errors! I wonder why the other tutors found him difficult to teach. Anyways, I told Anne about my recent dream as well, to which she commented: “Was the guy good-looking?”
I need to find somebody else to tell my dreams to. Besides, for some weird and whacky reason, I somehow can’t remember the faces of the people in my dreams, except the parts that were more focused in the dream.
Currently, I am in the store where Uncle Ben and probably Mr. Mathews had bought their doors, more specifically the ones that resembled the door I saw in my dream or nightmare, whatever suits better. “So, this is the door you are trying to find information about for your science project?” the shopkeeper asked, looking at the picture of Anne’s kitchen door on my phone. “Yes” I lied,”W-we need it for showing h-how the kitchen doors are d-different from the bathroom door” I replied. “Fair enough, come with me” the shopkeeper said, making me sigh with relief and follow the shopkeeper.
We walked towards the end of the narrow hallway, into a hall full of doors stuck on the walls of the well-maintained room. As I took a closer look at the doors, they all were the same! All of the 15 of them!
“Are these doors really popular?” I asked the around 40 years old man, who was standing behind the door, while texting on his phone. Technology, I swear.
“Not really” he replied.
“These doors were actually part of the school once, except that it used to be a castle before, at least which is what my grandmother told me” he said, as I turned towards him in surprise.
“What?” I asked, as my heart rate started to increase. “Yes, these are the remaining of all of the doors in the castle, but unfortunately only 3 of them were sold” he said.
The first one to Mr. Mathews, the second to Anne’s house and “Who bought the doors?” I asked.
“Well, it was for Mr. Mathews-the respected principal of the new version of the castle, and man named Mr. Ben Michaelson and … wait a minute, aren’t you here on a science project?” he asked, as I silently gulped,
“the better question is, how do you know these names by heart?” I asked back, crossing my arms. “I was asked this about a week ago by some person making me look it up, now since your work is done, take a picture and please leave, the shop closes in 10 minutes” he said. “Fine” I huffed.
As I took some useless pictures of the doors, I heard a noise, of a hiss in the walls of the room. I looked at the man, and saw him tense up and stiffen, “Did you hear that?” I asked “H-hear what?” he asked, as I could see his face become pale.
“God, this feels like I am in Hogwarts, I hope there is no basilisk out here!” I said, as the shopkeeper ignored my referral to Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets-one of my favorite books and movies- and suddenly said “You should leave” right now, this feels like in those movies when the villain is getting close to the hero and then the supporting character tells the hero to leave so the hero won’t die and the supporting character is like “You should leave. Now!” The shopkeeper told me, saying my thoughts out loud, but instead of inquiring his sudden feel of fear, I walked outside the shop and rode home on my newly repaired cycle.
At home, I was scrolling through the pictures I took in the shop while drinking tea, when I saw something in the ventilator stuck on the wall about one of the doors. As I zoomed in, there was something shiny in the ventilators. “What is this?” I asked, “My new lunchbox” Jason’s voice said from behind which startled me a little. “Jason, don’t scare me!” I scolded, “What are you gonna do about it?” he replied, pulling his tongue out, “This” I said, and I started tickling him, making him laugh. “Stop.. Please.. Sorry!” he shouted, and I let him go, “Now” he said in a business-like tone, at least for a 6 years old kid, “is there something you would like to know about?” he asked, as I sighed, “Fine, show me your new lunchbox” I said. “Yay!” he replied happily and went to get his lunchbox of the week, which will be soon replaced with a new one because he would either break this one or lose it at school. “Here it is” he said, sprinting towards me. It was a Power Ranger lunch box with a small spoon and fork on top of it. “I love it, but what happened to the Ben 10 lunchbox?” I asked, “Oh, it was the first season’s lunchbox, I couldn’t take that to school” he replied, as if it would lead to a crisis of some sort. I sighed and called our house nanny to take care of Jason while I went to my room to call Anne and tell her about today’s encounter with my first area of investigation behind my nightmares. Is it just me or is my life getting a little weird for a teenager?
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Midnight in Vipera Cove
Teen FictionHello. My name is Olivia Michaelson and this is my story. Everybody wants to have a memorable high school year, and so did I. Well, only if you consider nightmares, legends, magic, creepy crawlers and evil villains-filled with teenage drama- memorab...