My name is Mae Edith Anthony. I am 16 years old. And I have not lived in one place for more than six months in the past ten years. Now I hope to move in with my aunt. Hopefully in the next week. We are close to her small town in Heart-ridge Maine.
The floorboards creaked as I walk into the living room where my father waits. “Hey dad.” I start in, and jump on the raggedy makeshift couch made with those fold down storage boxes and a ton of blankets.
“Hey Mae.” He replied and turned off the Tv. “Whats on your mind?” He knew me too well. He could most likely tell I’ve been trying to ask him something all week.
“I was just thinking. I haven’t been able to stay in one solid school for 10 years. I haven’t made friends in 8-”
He cut me off. “Mae.” thinking he paused. “Not this again. I told you we couldn’t stay in one place for-”
Now it was my turn to cut him off. “ I want to move in with Aunt Rayne.”
“No.” I got a blunt reply.
“But.-”
“No... Not another word Mae Edith Anthony!” We both knew this wasn’t the end and he most likely knew what would come next but i stomped up the stairs and slammed my door. Then I opened my black journal.
Journal Entry #1 --- January 28, 2012
Today father said I couldn’t move to Aunt Rayne’s house. I hate him right now. What does he think? That I shouldn’t have any friends? I should have a life too right? It’s not like I want to follow him around all the time. What is with him thinking I shouldn’t have friends or roots. Ever since mother died we have to move around every six months. Why! Why! Why is my life like this. I haven’t emailed Paige in over a month. Not that we have internet right now. I wonder how she is. Maybe we will drive through Massachusetts some time.
Chapter 2
The next morning I woke up with heavy eyelids. I pulled open my door and headed down to the kitchen. In the hallway the grandfather clock chimed five times. A reminder how early I had to get up. I flew down the stairs in a daze. Thinking about father and why he wouldn’t let me go. I was mad no enraged yesterday but now that we both had a chance to cool off I might as well bring it up again.
The kitchen floor glowed in a streak of moonlight from the window. I heard a creak outside and pulled the shade down. Not thinking anything of it I pulled the milk and orange juice out of the fridge, and grabbed the cheerios from the counter. Eating my cereal I went back upstairs.
In my room I pulled my computer up to me, and sat on my bed. Opening the green laptop I checked my email eating a bite of Cheerios. Two emails were sitting there in the inbox one dated back to years ago, the year my mother went missing 2002. Tells you how much I check my gmail. I decided to check that email first. It was from Aunt Rayne. whenitraynes@gmail.com is her email.
TO: maeanthony@gmail.com
FROM: whenitraynes@gmail.com
SUBJECT: your mother.
Dear Mae,
I know that this time will be crazy hard for you. Moving around and all. I know thats what your father will do. I want you to have friends and move in with me. Here at Heart-ridge. I must warm your father up to the idea and if you ever seem to check your email you too. I know you can barley read right now you being what 3 or 4 I am your family. Write back whenever. Love you Mae. Bye.
Aunt Rayne.
The next email was from an email I didn’t recognize. Black@hotmail.com Black? What kind of username was that. Opening the email I read.
To: maeanthony@gmail.com
From: Black@hotmail.com
Subject: Your mother
Dear Mae,
Your mother is alive.
Black.
I brushed off the email. Instantly knowing that the man behind this email wasn’t lying.
Then my vision got blurry, and the next thing I know I am standing in a wear-house. A dark wear-house. As my eyes adjust to the dark I see two chairs in the middle of the room. One slightly bigger than the other. Really more like thrones. Then the door opened and in walked a woman. She starred straight ahead and I moved so I was right in her field of view. “Hello? Excuse me!” I screamed. Knowing she could see or hear me. Hello. I ran to her. Stepped right in-front of her. She walked right through me. Not noticing a thing I followed. “Hello?...” can anyone hear me?” The door flung closed and i ran to it. Hoping I could go through it. I did. This hallway had blue walls and windows looked out of the building every 4 feet. It couldn’t have been a wear-house like I had thought. Then it all disappeared and I was back in my room. Sitting with my laptop on my lap. closed.
When I looked up from the closed laptop i gasped in surprise. I wasn’t in a room anymore it was like a battlefield. My desk was in a mangled mess two of the four walls were punctured in many areas. The floor had fallen in to revel a tangled mess of the old living room. I crept around the edges of the mauled floor. I looked back at the room and noticed the only things in the room that were still usable were the bed and the computer. How was I in a trance for that long. Where was father. What happened?
The downstairs was worse than my room. Father was gone. It looked like a book came to real life. Vampire face off. ha-ha-ha. I need to find father. Most of the house was wrecked but I gathered the small portion of things that were not damaged.
