A Keeper's Secret

Chapter 10

                I ran.

            Am I running through the streets of New Orleans? Yes.

              Why am I running?  To get the box.

            I ran  on the sidewalk; my heavy boots didn't bother me at the slightest as beads of sweat drip down from the arm pit and forehead,I guess you can say that I am mimicking a scene from a distinctive movie.

      I hope they didn't destroy The box yet! I thought ,running  much faster and I used a piece of cardboard costumed by small black wheels to glide off several gray rails alined to the side walks beside the gray old road.

   I didn't mind the hard boots anymore.

     Mary is a character who you can easily become a fan of if she was on a Teen Drama show, she knew how to do the best acting without exactly knowing how to act and she merely was herself during those mentions of expectancy or tension.

             She has Foreign Accent Syndrome.

       Basically, Mary is a British woman who sounds as if she has a New Yorker accent. She was at New York for a good period of time. I learned through hard truth and dare games just go get some biographic information from her.

       Mary hit her head on something at New York and didn't quite remember how in the world she picked up the accent.

       I skid my  skateboard on the dirty street corner.

     But, I have some good degree of knowledge for accents and it is not unusual for me to be asked if I had taken English class or lived in New York. The thing is...I watch too much Television shows that are not reality. I HATE reality shows. My groove belongs to those teen and quirky characters on Television.

     I drew nearer to the garbedge area, the bad stench runined my thinking.

  OOh God, the smell returns!I thought,pinching my nose as I stopped at the gate.

                 WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!

         There are two black and brown Labrador retrievers at the gate, Barking fiercely. "Hey boys, catch this!" I shouted, throwing two bones over the fence.

       You know what?

       They ran after the bones without stopping or hesitating.

                This always works! I thought,slipping black gloves onto my hand.

      Then as if it's a scene from Jurassic park, I look up to the fence slightly intimated and fear of being electrocuted drilled through my vains. Dad mentioned he successfully got over fences during his teenhood. Hey,they were not wired back then!

      Major difference here.

      I greet the danger by my victorious smile.

      I climbed up the fence using my left boot and my right boot soon followed after, the gloves held onto the round rings without electricity penetrating. I continued climbing until I got to the top. There are mountains of trash and cars stacked up that it almost resembled a scene from a movie...I don't remember the title though.

     I swear, these mountians of trash look like New York City.

    Like a wish from grace, I heard The Themesong from The X-Folders which unspeakably lured me to a small mount big like a child's lump inside a bed.

    I furiously dug the square object from  the pile as the music grew louder.

     This is why I HATE paranormal games! I reminded myself, lifting the box from the floor and wiped the dirt off the lid. Guess I'll keep it a little longer than last time. I thought as I rub my head, then I heard a familiar dog sound.

  Wooof Woof!

      I looked over to see two extra dogs headed my way.

         Crap!

    You know what I did as other cowards; I jumped over the fence holding the box in my left hands deadly clutch and landed on the ground without a scratch or a broken leg in a miracle. These days everyone doesn't get off without some injury.

    I quickly went to a nearby restaurant with chairs and tables at the front, I was very happy for something to sit on. After sitting on the chair...I turned Mary's phone on. Before I continue onwards; I must relief you of some irrelevant information,My situation is totally different for me because of one person.

    Kristina Bellwood.