The Little Things I See

Chapter One

  Here I am, lying awake, at 3 A.M., in the morning. Yes, as you may know, there are lots of reasons people can't sleep, Insomnia, nightmares, gunshots, crying children, street noise, blah blah blah. None of those reasons apply to me right now, or yesterday, or for the past two months. It's more of a personal thing. When the last thing you hear before you go to bed is your mom and dad slamming doors, it's almost impossible to sleep, so I really don't try. I'm lucky to get five hours of sleep, and I still can't drink coffee. I'm thirteen! I'm getting zero sleep, and most days I have to get up bright and early to school! But, the slamming doors aren't the main reason I can't sleep. There are little people, Yes! Little people, and I'm not talking about the, uh, "vertically challenged" family next door. They wear bright colors, and I see one or two every night running back and forth along the beams in the ceiling. Sometimes they look at me, and other times they just keep running along. It makes me even more tired knowing that in a few hours I have to go to my private school. You see, even though my parents are rich scientists, we are the only family at my school that doesn't flash our money at any given chance. Hell, I sleep in the attic( It has an awesome bay window which I love). I'm getting sidetracked, anyway, no one believes me! I can't catch a little person because the roof is fifteen feet up! My parents are too busy working and fighting! The kids at school are too busy with being stuck in their own world! It drives me insane! Ergh... that's enough for an introduction, let's start the story.