VITAMIN D

2. The pale freak stuck inside

Ding dong

The high pitched noise fills my ears as I jump out of bed knowing my mother already left for work.

My mother, a Lawyer is as busy as ever. She recently gained a client dealing with a murder and like any good lawyer she's defending him. I haven't met him, like all of her other clients and I don't plan on it.

The person at the door continuously rings the door bell until I yell an agitated "I'M COMING!"

Sleepiness clouds my brain and I run into a couch and the dining table. I glare through the peep hole although the person couldn't see me. I see a boy about nineteen who was standing in the little hallway leading to our front door.

I let out a frustrated sigh," Shut the screen door.," I say noticing he left it open. He looks up at the peep hole before doing as told. The tinted window screen door was specially made to block sun rays just in case I needed to open the door.

The house that I live in now was my grandfathers and since my mother wanted to keep everything almost completely the same she just replaced the window on the screen door with mine.

Rolling my eyes I undo all five locks including the ten digit pass code. My mother had all the locks installed to make sure I don't go outside. She thinks I don't know the password but I managed to find out with all those years of doing nothing but waiting around an empty house.

The boy stands there, an amused look on his face. "What do you want?," I ask in a harsh monotone voice.

His face slips into a frown but I just stare at him blankly before rolling my eyes about the close the door in his face.

"Hi, um your mother is my fathers Lawyer and I found out she had a daughter, which is you of course, and I just wanted to talk to you and get to know you, you know."

I glare at him not caring at all what he is saying,"I don't know what you're talking about." I begin to close the door but he slips his hand through the crack."I brought pizza."

I stare at him for the longest before looking at his hands, which did indeed held a papa johns pizza box, and open the door widely.

He takes a step on the carpet but I turn around and stop him."Take off your shoes.," I grit out and roll my eyes a third time.

He takes off his shoes but instead of getting angry at my attitude his smile stays on his face. I huff in anger at his disobedience to become angry. Everyone that meets me does.

"You can put the pizza in the fridge.," I tell him as we walk into the kitchen. He stops in his tracks and his smile falters once again. A smirk plays my lips.'Thats right get mad'."Do you have a problem with that? You can leave!"

He shakes his head no and puts the pizza in the fridge,"I just thought we would share the pizza, that's all."

I lead him into the living room and sit on the couch. He doesn't sit down, all he does is stand by the couch staring down at me with the same smile.

I sigh angrily, "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to sit down?" His eyes go wide before he hurry's over to the other side of the couch and sits down.

We stare at each other for a while before he speaks up. "Hi um...my name is Westley. What's yours?," He says slowly irritating me more and more. Out of all the people I met in my life time he's one of the most idiotic, irritating, make me want to peal my own skin off, type of guy.

You can't blame me. No one can. It's not my fault that I'm not as nice as everyone is supposed to be when meeting a new person. The last time I made friends was when I was seven and they turned out to be backstabbers. So it's not my fault when with every person I meet I expect them to make fun of me and bully me because of my own stupid skin.

"Sara.," is all I say. He stares at me obviously waiting for more but I stare right back at him and keep my mouth shut.

He continues talking for an hour and I find out that he's not as stupid as I thought, still pretty dumb though. Matter of fact I've started to grow a little infatuation for him. He told me about his grades, when he was Valedictorian, football, and his fascination with animals.

I joined in the conversation a few times telling him I've been home schooled most of my life and that I don't get out much so I don't know much about sports.

He stares at me dumbfounded. "Really!?," he nearly shouts almost causing me to giggle a little. Almost.

Nodding my head I head over to the kitchen and grab the small pizza box. "Would you like a piece?." I ask with my monotone voice. I raise my eyebrow as he begins to laugh.

"Well you do have a tiny heart in there somewhere."

I glare at him again and he takes a slice still laughing to himself. He looks at me as I place the box of seven slices of pizza on the couch beside me and plop myself down.

"So, I'm going to the park tomorrow with some of my friends.,"he chewed slowly while looking me in the eyes. "We're going to play football. Do you want to come? I could teach you the basics."

I froze mid chew and brought my glare back to my face. "I think is time for you to leave." I don't give home a chance to think about it as I'm ushering him off the couch and towards the door.

"W-wait, did I say something wrong?," he asked desperately trying to get my to answer, I don't though. As soon as he has both feet out the door I hurriedly slam it in his face.

He knocks on the door a few times before deciding to leave it and walks away with me watching him through the window. 'Stubborn brat' I think to myself and make my way back to the living room.

His half eaten pizza was set on the arm of the couch. Disgusting. I picked it up by the crust and put it down the garbage disposal. Which is, as weird as it is, my favorite part of the house. I had always wondered how it got rid of food and once almost stuck my hand in it while it was on.

I was such an idiot and gave my mother a panic attack, this was when she still cared. I turned the disposal off and decided to relax on the couch. I turned on the TV and zoned out.