Her mom had shouted to the house for announcing she'd go off to the store and buy something for dinner. She had forgotten to even buy those ingredients the last time she went shopping. Not an answer was shouted back so she let out a shrug.
Beca was sat on a chair by her window and still dozing off while staring at the house across. It was just an hour ago since she talked- well kinda talked with that beautiful red headed girl on a hoodie and jeans. Which was a very wonderful look on her.
If only the stuttering fades out of Beca's life. She sighed loudly and groans in frustration on why she had to be the girl who cannot talk to anybody outside the persons in this house.
Giving up on seeing the girl again she laid down to her bed and huffed. Leaning her head upwards she saw the drawing of her with a soccer ball. She drew that when she she was seven and yet her 22 year old self running in college can't manage to talk right, move right and play right.
Yes sure she can kick that's simple although shooting it? That's always been hard with Beca. Her somewhat clumsy disease been spreading a lot lately. Her eyes beginning to be a huge problem, too.
She can't see without that annoying glasses on and her eyes gets blurry and blurry as the day passes.
Beca went on removing it and all she see in her room is absolute blurriness. Only shades of colours and various shapes. She sighed in defeat and placed it on her bedside table. "I still hate this every second of my life", she grabbed a pillow and placed it on her face.
A muffled scream came out of her in frustration. Then she suddenly hears a loud thud below. Placing the pillow away and furrowing her eyebrows, she stood up in confusion.
Then a grunt from someone was all she heard before she grabbed her glasses and came running downstairs. The sound came from her Dad's office room and she immediately ran to open it. "Dad?", she called out but there was no answer.
Till she heard someone shouts. "Give it to me Mitchell", a voice she wasn't familiar with. It echoed from a weird small opening behind her dad's book shelves.
She walked to it and pushed it when she saw a hallway inside. She grunt and well all those practices she does really helped when she used her knee to support both of her hands just to push the shelf which seemed like bigger than her.
"I'm coming dad", she grunts more harder and eventually it opened till her body could fit she went inside the hallway and carefully walks. She had a lot of questions in her head and it's like it's gonna burst.
She saw the end of the tunnel leading her to another room. "What the hell is this place?", she whispered when she saw a laboratory filled with glasses, coloured fluids as what she told herself and also small animals like a rat and a hamster. She also seemed to see some spiders.
Then she saw her Dad and Jesse being pointed a gun by a guy with green like suit.
"No i won't", her dad said with a position on putting Jesse behind him.
"Then I'll just kill you both", the guy shouted pulling the trigger and Beca widened her eyes when she saw her dad had been hit.
"Dad!", she shouted and when she saw that he pointed the gun to Jesse. Beca took it in for herself to run and kick the guy off.
"What the", he lost his balance and dropped the gun. Along side he hit the chemicals beside him causing some of it to scatter around the place and had caused his suit to malfunction. The chemicals had hit a certain spider. Which was nearest to the broken down containers and spilled chemicals.
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أدب الهواةBeca Mitchell let's just say the sore loser who wants to play what she loves to. Soccer. Although with being clumsy can she do it right? The single bite that had change her whole life. Will it be better? Or maybe it just made her life a lot worse th...
