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Prologue
I threw myself down unto my bed. I was tired; I had a long day at school. I was partially freaking out because I was still wearing my shoes- and I loathed having anyone’s shoes- including my own, on my bed. But . . . I was too tired to reach back and untie them. So much for that . . . . I sighed heavily. Not only had I been running around all day with errands, but Chemistry was getting harder as the semester was coming to a close.
I listened faintly at the small, scratchy scuttling of a squirrel as it ran across my roof. It was sad that my ceiling was that thin that I could hear a squirrel on the roof- and there was an attic above my room too. I had gotten used to squirrels and possums and cats making their homes in the boarded-off crawlspaces in the attic- which partially included my closet. It had once been a chimney/fireplace, yet some genius decided to close it off and let my room freeze during the winter. So any little furry creature that made its home right above my room stopped bothering me years ago. There wasn’t anything I could really do about it anyways.
That dang possum was still living in the closed up chimney that is now my closet. I listened to its light yet heavy . . . I don’t know, scuttling? Do possums do that? I’d been hearing the noise for about three years now- and I didn’t even think possums stayed in one place for that long! It had stopped bothering me long ago, but every day I expected the dumb thing to leave. Ridiculous, right?
I sighed and got up. I went over to my closet, and in it. I know that sounds a little funny, but I had a little secret compartment that led into a whole secret room on the side of the house and the only way in was through a loose panel at the back corner of my closet. I closed the funny door behind me (and I say funny because it’s a folding door), and turned to face my secret. No one but me and my best friends knew about this.
I paused. The panel was cracked a bit. I scrunched in concentration and cautiously slid it aside. I stepped in, peering around in the sunlight that filtered in through sky-lights.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary- until I looked down into my favorite armchair. I yelped when I saw him.
Startled, he leapt up out of the chair, a book falling from his lap and onto the floor with an unnerving snap. He ran over and slapped his hand over my mouth- but I was too startled to scream anyways. What the hell was going on and who was this guy?!
After a moment, he released his hand and moved the panel that I had left open back into place.
“Who are you?!” I hissed. “What the hell are you doing here?!”
He relaxed. I scrutinized him. His messy black hair was medium in length, and he kept it pushed away from his face- revealing beautiful green eyes. His smirk was a little smug and I couldn’t help but frown at him. He wasn’t all that bad looking, but I couldn’t quite register his handsome features considering the fact that this guy was a total stranger and in my secret room!
“You shouldn’t glare. It’s unattractive.” He stated, walking casually back over to the chair and picking up the fallen book.
I blushed. It was my poetry. My poetry book was something I shared with no one. No one. I walked over and snatched it right out of his unsuspecting hands.
