Fairy Tale

Chapter 9:Sophie Johson

Author's Note: Sorry the last chapter was so short. The next one will be longer, I promise.

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AHHHHH!!!!!!!! I woke up in my bed, screaming.

Dang, I thought. I'm not watching Carrie for awhile.

I had had a dream about a mix of Carrie (which I had finished watching), It (which I had watched after Carrie), and what Autumn's abuse might've been like.

Long story short, I am now afraid of psycho killers, clowns, and...well...parents.

Not really. Just the clown part.

I waited for my heart rate to go back to normal, and clambered out of bed. I glanced at the clock.

6:30 a.m.

I had gone to bed early last night; I'd had a long day. I walked out into the hall and put my hands on my hips. I had managed to clean most of the mess from the other night between watching Carrie and It, but there was still quite a bit left, and Mom would be home tonight.

I'll finish it after I get cleaned up.

I went into the bathroom to take a shower and put on clean clothes; I hadn't changed yesterday.

Maybe I should pay Autumn a visit, I thought as I got out of the shower ten minutes later. But what about her parents? What would they do? Would they punish her?

I decided against it. I didn't want her to get in trouble because of me.

I finished dressing and walked out into the still-disastrous hall.  

Mom's gonna kill me if she finds the house like this.

I regretted ever having the party. There was still writing on the walls, and quite a few things had been broken. I shook my head. There was no way possible I could get this mess cleaned up.

I grabbed my car keys and got into my dad's old Monte Carlo that Mom had given me for my 16th birthday. I needed to let off some steam.

Coffee sounds good. Starbucks...that's just what I need.

I drove out of the garage and into the trashed driveway. I lived not too far out into the country; Autumn was my closest neighbor, and the others lived a quarter of a mile away, so hopefully they hadn't seen the wreckage. I didn't want them telling my mother about it or spreading rumors about my family.

I drove into town, which wasn't very big. It had a population of about 1600 people, so the school I went to wasn't very big either. Since it was in the middle of a few little towns, the district included students from the little towns surrounding it.

I decided against Starbucks and instead stopped by a little restaurant owned by a very distant cousin. Even though one of my relatives owned it, I had only been there a handful of times.

Old Ceader Inn. I've only been here a few times, but they cooked real well every time.

I walked in and ordered their Chicken Fried Steak and a cup of coffee. Man I was HUNGRY.

I sat in a chair at the counter and waited patiently. Weird. I normally wasn't patient. At all.

I took out my cell phone and saw Sydney had texted me, and I quickly replied.

Sydney: Hi! Just wanted to say, you had an awesome party the other night!

Me: Thanks.

Sydney: No exclamation point?! What the matter? :(

Me: Nothing, nothing. I'm fine.

Sydney: You sure?

Me: Yeah, positive. It's just...my mom's gonna kill me.

Sydney: Why?

Me: For throwing that party, stupid!

Sydney: Ooooh.

Me: Yeahhhh.

Sydney: That's a problem.

Me: Mm hmm.

Sydney: I'll be over in 10 minutes. Are you home?

Me: No.

Sydney: Where you at?

Me: Old Ceader Inn.

Sydney: I'll come pick you up.

Me: What about my car?

Sydney: Change of plans. Meet me at your house in 20 minutes, k?

Me: Yeah. Sure. Whatever.

I put my phone back into my pocket as they came out with the food, steaming and smelling delicious.

"Thanks," I said as they set it in front of me. I quickly paid and brought the food, which was in a To-Go box, to the car for me to eat when I got home.

Whatever Sydney's planning, I thought. I hope it works.