Spinning Dimensions

Chapter 1

(This chapter is written by GracieSchmidt )

Grace's POV:

I sit on the couch, watching YouTube videos non-stop as the day goes on. My original chores are forgotten; weeding, dishes, and laundry, while I watch videos while curled up on the couch. After a few moments, my phone vibrates.

Im bored 😐

My best friend sends to me. I sigh, and continue to watch videos, not feeling talkative.

I'm boreddddddd 😟 My phone buzzes again.

I give a frustrated sigh, and type back: that's a bummer.

Can I come over for a little bit? She asks. Hmmm.... that wouldn't be a bad idea. My parents are at work all day, and I'm home alone as usual. And as hard to admit as it is, I kind of want to do something besides binge-watching YouTube.

Fine. I say back. Only for a few hours.

Wohoooo! 😄

In almost an hour, my doorbell rings.

"Hi!" Kim says. I peek out the door and see her parents pulling out of the driveway.

"How long are you staying?" I ask.

"I don't know. It depends," she shrugs. "Whatever works for you!"

"We'll see, I guess." I say. I look over to where my phone sits abandoned on the couch. "What should we do?"

"I don't know." She sighs. Well, I think. You are the one who wanted to come over. Maybe you should figure something out.

I don't say it out loud though.

"Listen," I say. "I have some laundry to catch up on. I'll get you a bowl of ice cream while you wait, ok?"

She nods, and I get her a few scoops of ice cream into a bowl. She sits on the counter and starts to eat it while I head downstairs.

While I throw my dirty clothes in the washer, I hear a small creek coming from the stairs. I glance over my shoulder, but see nothing. I take out the soap pod, and throw it inside the washer, when I hear another creek. This time, I don't look behind me, because I'm pretty sure I'm paranoid. But my hands freeze when I hear footsteps approaching. I turn around, only to see Kim smiling.

"Why are you so jumpy?" She laughs. Her black hair covers half of her face and she tucks it behind her ear.

"I don't know." I snap. For some reason, I feel creeped out. I smile, thinking it would be fun to read some scary stories on Wattpad later on. It's almost like a tradition; we end up doing that almost every time she comes over.

I turn back towards the washer, when I'm suddenly slammed against it.

"OW!" I yell. "What-"

I'm cut off by Kim kneeing me in the stomach, making me fall into the washer.