The Door on a Beach [EDITING]

Chapter 5: Open

Boo

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Boo kicked at he dirt as she walked up the hill towards the house.

This still did not diminish the plague of a smile that diseased her face. The source of this sickness was the thought of the girl that attended the majority of the same classes as her. Boo did not know why this girl made her smile and laugh. She didn't exactly plead for friendship, it just didn't have the childish appeal.

Or maybe it did and that's just not what she wanted here, but what more could she ask for? She wanted to get to know her and become close to her.

Perhaps all she wanted was human companionship. If it were love that she desired it wouldn't be thoughts of rats and plagues that filled her mind.

Didn't girls describe love with silly metaphors about fog in their thoughts and bugs in their stomach? It couldn't be love as she wasn't self conscious or kerfuffled in her presence, as so often happened in books and stories.

She opened the front door waltzing though the house, enthralled by the fact that Nani and David weren't at home, likely working judging by the hour. This was a good thing as when she got to her room she gasped, barely containing a shriek.

Her bedroom door had been flung open so forcefully the hinges hung loose.

This was nothing compared to what lay beyond.

The room was a bigger mess than Kansas after the tornado.

Similar things had happened in the past, which was her next thought.

More than once, especially as a child, she had arrived home to discover her room to be a hurricane of possessions. The first occurrence she had been afraid. The fear was short lasted as she soon discovered it to be the work of another monster. One discovering the door for a demonstration or even a project. She had learned to accept that monsters couldn't clean after themselves. A lesson she had learned even earlier from Celia regarding Mike and Sully's sloppiness.

Annoyed, she began cleaning her room, placing her books and papers on the desk and had just begun repositioning her plushies on the bed when she noticed something different.

Unluckily, it was something she was going to have to deal without knowing whose fault was to blame. Her closet door was opened, just a crack.

Mike wouldn't have done such a thing, he would have waited for the click. He likes those things, the precise sound of the door shutting. To him, it was the sound of safety.

That was when Boo snapped. When whatever tether that kept her from blowing up was cut. She threw the door open as hard as her own room's door was, stepping through. She heard it hit the wall bouncing back, slamming into the frame. She waited. One heartbeat. Two.

Click.

Sully, who had evidently been taking a nap on the small, ugly, couch, jumped up grabbing the lamp to protect himself from whatever commotion was happening. But all he saw was a seething teenager.

This was how she got him cowering in a the small corner in the living room, next to the bookcase.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU!"

"I'm sorry." He muttered, hoping the rage would soon fade.

"I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU FOR THE PAST WEEK!"

"I forgot." His voice was tiny compared to her echoing shout.

"IT'S NOT THAT HARD TO TURN OFF THE DOOR!"