Atreyu
Atreyu knew he was going crazy when his dead neighbor knocked on his front door. She'd been dead for about six months now, killed in a car crash. Atryu's parents had dragged him alng to her funeral, so he know first hands that she was definetly deceased.
But when she knocked on his door she looked... Normal. Her skin wasn't decaying and she smelled like flowers; her eyes even sparkled the same way she had when she was alice. The only thing weird about the situation, was how she was floating.
"Hi, Atreyu," She smiled. "Is your mother home?"
Atreyu blinked, still trying to get over the initial shock.
"U-um, not yet. Sorry, Ms. Jones."
"That's okay." Ms. Jones' forehead creased as she studied Atreyu's face. "Are you alright dear? You look as if you've seen a ghost,"
Because I'm looking at one right freaking now! Atreyu wanted to scream. But instead he contained it and said,
"F-fine. I'm fine. Have to go. Nice talking to you Ms. Jones." He slammed the door shut before she had a chance to reply.
He pressed his back to the wood door, trying to steady himself. There was no way that just happened- He had to be dreaming. He tried pinching himself, to no avail. Looking at his hand and in a mirror had no effect either.
"So I'm going insane then. Great. Freaking perfect." He ran his fingers throuh his short hair.
Maybe it was something in you food, a small voice in his head suggested.
He shook his head. Whatever it was. ot hadn't been in his food. Maybe he'd taken his dad's pill instead of an aspirin on accident. Again. Shit.
The muffled sound of his mother's car in the driveway reached his ears. WIthout thinking about it, he ran upstairs to his room, plopped on his bed, and pretended to sleep. A few moments later, he heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps up the stairs. They stopped outside his door.
A soft knock on the door sent shivers down his spine; the sound was an eerie echo of theprevious one, the knocking that had ruined his entire day.
"Atreyu? You awake?" He heard his mother ask. He kept quiet and made sure his breathing was as even as possible.
Rrrrring! Rrrrring! Rrrrri-
"Hello?" There was a pause as his mother listened to whoever was on the other end.
"Paul, we already talked about this. He's not going to some boarding school just because you think he's a problem child." Another pause. "Because he's still young, that's why. He's still impressionable. It will pass, Paul. Trust me."
Her voice faded as she walked back downstairs. Atryu's already tumultuos mind whirled even faster. Boarding school? What kind of boarding school would take a kid like him? It was bad enought hta he was adopted, bt being sent away would make him even more different than he already was.
Besides, he thought that boarding schools were for snobby rich kids, who were too high and mighty to receive their education with the peasants. Not for hallucinating sixteen year olds with a slight case of ADD.
Atreyu's thoughts returned to his dead neightbor. Maybe he really was losing his mind, finally playing the role he looked like. He ran his hand hrough his short, fluffy blone hair. His friends always told him that he would make the perfect madman for a shortfilm. They said his crooked smile and peircing eyes would show the whole story. Maybe he should have listened to them sooner - them and his dad.
His phone buzzed in his shorts pocket, and he jumped. Pulling it out, he read the text from one of his two best friends.
'Meet at the park today?'
He typed a quick 'be there in 5', silently opened his window, and jumped out. Landing on his feet, he felt his phone vibrate in his hand but didn't look at it.He knew what it would say.
'We have news'
