We: Book One of Us

Chapter 4

AN: Hey guys Chapter 4. Wow, I'm putting in effort. I hope you all are enjoying this story. I know I am! So, yeah. Chapter 4. Enjoy.
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After I finished the first volume, I moved to the second. Then the third. Then back to the first. Millard was right, these stories are fascinating. After I finished rereading Tales, I headed back upstairs. I walked to Millard's room and knocked.

"Depending on who it is, it's open." He called from inside.

"It's Y/n, am I on the list?" I said into his door. A few seconds later, his door swung open.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey, I finished reading Tales." I said.

"Did you like them? Do you want the second volume?" He asked. I laughed.

"Well.... they were really good, but I already read all 3 volumes...." I said looking down.

"So it was good?" He seemed surprised. I nodded.

"Yeah, it was interesting."

"I'm glad you enjoyed them." He said, starting to close the door again.

"Uh... I was wondering if you could maybe help me practice a bit more." My left hand shook a bit, so I put it in my pocket.

"You seem to be doing pretty good with it though..." he said opening the door.

"Oh... ok" I said walking back to my room.

"Maybe we could... uh, go for a-a walk or something... if you'd like." He stuttered.

"...ok" I said. He nodded and stepped out of his room, walking towards me. I followed Millard out the door.

We walked for awhile. Just talking. Getting to know each other. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have fun.

"So, where are you from again?" He asked.

"Blackpool England." I answered for the third time.

"Right." He said "and how did you discover your peculiarity?"

"....I was in my room and things started flying around, I was scared to tell anyone.... so I ran away." I said. My left hand started shaking a lot, so I put it into my pocket. "What about you?"

"I was... eh.... 13ish and I woke up and my toes were gone. From then on, the rest of me slowly disappeared over a course of 3 years... and I kept it a secret for as long as I could. But it's hard to explain what's been happening when half of your head is invisible... so I left...." he said. I nodded.

"And how old are you?"

"I came to the loop a year ago and I was 16. So, I'm technically 17 now." He said "you?"

"16" I said. "I'll be 17 in...." I mentally counted "4 months."

"Bit late to discover a peculiarity... but there's some people who don't discover it till way later. So, it's not that bad." He said.

We talked and walked for another hour, asking questions and just getting to know each other. We have a lot more in common than I would've thought. We arrived back at the house a little before supper time. We walked in and Olive and Claire ran upstairs giggling like mad.

"What's gotten in to them?" I asked.

"No clue." Millard responded.

We headed to our rooms and I saw Emma peek out of her room with Olive and Claire peering out from behind her. Ok.... I walked into my room and pulled out my small notebook that I kept tucked between the mattress and bed spring. Opening it to a clean page, I jotted down a few paragraphs to my story. Yes. I write stories. I really wish I didn't. But it's a terrible habit. I've written my whole life into a fictional story. Not a diary. But a story. It's full of extremely similar events that take place in my life. But with twists. It's more exciting than a diary. And if a complete stranger was to read it, they'd have no clue that it's about my life. It's several notebooks long. I never dare read it though. It's history I've recorded. No one needs to relive history. It's pointless.