Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 7 'A voice from the past.'

Edited.•
Past is to help you change not haunt you.- I'm taking the credits

Chase Crawford as Mike
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A voice from the past. (Flashback)

Entry Two.

Date : 9th October, 2005.

Time: 6:33 p.m

|Clarke - 6 years old|

I opened the door with excitement bubbling inside me. As soon as I entered the house, the smell of the fresh red velvet cupcakes engulfed me. I sniffed happily and followed the smell towards the kitchen. I smiled brightly at my mother who was baking more cupcakes. I immediately sat on the high stool and grabbed a cupcake.

"How was your day, love?" My mum asked me. I stared at her pretty smile for a second before smiling back and responding.

"My day? It went well, they thought us how to kick today!" I replied excitedly. She laughed at me and replied,

"I'm sure you can use it on your brother sometime." She winked at me, to which I giggled delightfully. I turned my head towards the entrance of the kitchen as I heard footsteps, to find my older brother stomping in.

"MUM! Andrew beat me by half a mark!" He cried out in anger as he threw his bag in the corner. My brother, Mike, was four years older to me and a class genius. Everybody in my family was a genius in some way or the other.

"That's okay, there's always a next time, right?" She gave us both a hug and got more cupcakes to the table.

"Cupcakes? YES!" He yelled cheerfully, his anger soon forgotten as he ran to the stool next to me. He ruffled my hair and stole the cupcake in my hand.

"How was your day, squirt?" He asked me as he ignored the daggers of glare I was shooting his side. I absolutely hate it when he ruffles my hair, steals my food and called me squirt. He sometimes calls me Hurley and oh, the shudders. I hate both those names.

"My day was great, seeing that no one beat me. Ha!" I snapped at him with sass and flicked my hair on his face. He pushed my hair away and flicked my forehead. I let out a groan as a sharp pain spread through out my forehead but immediately stopped when mum came and stood before us with a serious look. We were busy munching the cupcakes when my mum's phone started to ring. She wiped of her floury hands on the apron and picked up the call,

"Hello?" She greeted as she removed her apron. I couldn't hear the other person on the line or figure out what the conversation was about but what I could make out is how my mother's beautiful, happy face turned scary pale and serious within seconds.

"Who is this?" She asked trying to maintain her temper.

"Listen to me you, bastard, you better tell me who you are or this won't end nicely for you." She threatened the person over the phone. The happy environment quickly turned cold and eery. I looked at my brother who returned my concerned look. Mom cut the call and speedily typed in another number.

"Honey, something is wrong-" And at that exact same time, the power went off. The unsettling feeling settled inside me as darkness settled around the house. Silence became the loudest noise in the room. "Honey, please come home fast. Kids will be in the panic room."

It gets pretty dark out here by evening and our camp leaves us very late because of all the workouts and variety of classes. It was no surprise that we could hardly see anything. My mom quickly ushered us to get out of the kitchen and run down towards the panic room that was hidden behind the little door under the stairs. As I grabbed onto my brother's hand tightly, a strong bad feeling arose inside me.