(Ugh! My Story got deleted some how !! So here it is.. I'm updating it again. Enjoy! :) )
I kept running away from them as fast as I could but they were faster than me. I turned around and saw them coming closer and closer and I continued to run deeper into the forest. It was dark, probably around midnight. I had been running for hours and the pain on my feet grew with every step I took. I finally decided to hide behind a huge tree. I knew I couldn’t hide here forever; they would find me soon.
Seconds later I felt a hand on my shoulder. I froze. I turned around to look at the person standing in front of me and there he was. His face was pale and he had a scary scar near his right eye. His eyes were cold. I was too afraid to look away from him.
He took me by the throat and threw me to the ground…. and I fell hard. I saw him taking something from his pocket. I couldn’t make out what it was due to the darkness. He came closer to me and that’s when I realized that he had a knife in his right hand. I tried to scream, but not a sound left my throat. He took a hold of my hair and tugged at it hard making me stand on my feet. Before I could register what was happening he stabbed me in the chest. Pain shot through me. I left out a strangled scream, stumbled backwards, and I felt myself falling deeper and deeper. I heard a faint voice calling to me. But I couldn’t tell who it was.
“ Peyte “ the voice called me again. I tried to scream again but I couldn’t find my voice. My whole body was numb too.
“Peyton!” Well that sounds like my Dad. Hmm is he here to rescue me? Well Too bad dad, you’re late!! I’m already dead!
“Peyton wake up!” I felt someone shaking me.
“Peyton!!!” My eyes fluttered open and I saw my parents and my little brother, Jeremy, staring at me like they had seen a ghost. I looked around me. I was in my Dad’s car and it was sunny outside, and it was probably noon. I must have fallen asleep during the drive.
Oh so I didn’t die! That was just a dream! I sighed in relief. As the days passed by, the dreams were getting weirder. This is had been happening ever since that incident.
I gave my parents a small smile.
“Are you alright sweetie?” My mom asked her face filled with concern.
“Yeah mom, I’m fine” I assured her. Was I really fine? I sighed.
I stepped out of the car. There stood a huge house.
The house looked bigger than I had expected. It was a nice looking two-storey brick house with a front yard, a garage, a pool and a back yard. Hmmm not bad! I thought.
“So how is it?” Mom asked. My parents looked at me and Jeremy expectantly.
We exchanged glances and finally gave them a thumps up grinning widely.
This is the first time I would be out of America. All 17 years of my life I lived in a small town of New Bern, North Carolina. It was a big decision for my parents to move from the familiar New Bern to an unfamiliar Bradford, London.
We all stepped inside the house and I took in the surroundings. On the ground floor, there is a living room, a kitchen, a master bedroom and a bathroom. The house had a pine scent, and the living room was painted a dazzling light blue. A sofa and a pair of matching chairs, all dressed in cozy cream-colored slip-covers sat face to face on the living room. A big plasma TV was mounted on the wall.
Across the small hallway was the kitchen, walls colored same as the living room. There was a set of mahogany chairs gathered around a table. As in most kitchens, there was a stainless white counter, an oven, a refrigerator, and cabinets.
I went upstairs to check out my room. It was the second one in the hall way. The walls were white with purple curtains and carpet. A single bed lay in the center of the room, covered with a stripped bed spread. Next to the bed was a dressing table with drawers. The closet was the size of a small bedroom. On the wall at the end of the bed, was a bookcase, and on the left the wall was mainly covered by a large, full length mirror. On the right side there was a 22 inch TV and a table. Perfect!!
I started to unpack my belongings one by one. By the time I finished it was 7:30. I was so tired and my stomach growled reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything since morning. As if hearing my thoughts, mom called from downstairs to let me know that dinner was ready.
After having my dinner, I crawled into my comfy new bed. Tomorrow was a big day; first day of my new school. I never had to be nervous about first days of school because I knew most of the people there. But here it was different. I didn’t know anyone. Would I be able to make friends? Would they treat me right? Would they be nice to me?
“Whatever happens, be strong Peyton” I told myself. And with that I drifted off to sleep.
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( I know that was a shitty chapter.Sorry,, But i promise, it gets better later.. i'm writting this during my exams, i'm not able to concentrate. )
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