Summer Puzzle

Chapter 2 :)

Hey Peeps ! whadddupppp? I realised I have a maths test second day back from school. Like frick. And I watched the new SPIDERMAN ! LOVEE IT, AND ANDREW GARFIELD . HUBBA HUBBA . anyways .

-exohexoh

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Meow,

Meow,

Meow.

Okay, why hasn't anybody turned the volume down on that cat?

I looked outside my window to see darkness. I turned my head to the faint sound of my alarm clock. I tried ignoring the sound by trying to see shadows. My backyard is pretty much Narnia, well not my actual backyard but the reserve right behind me. All you could see is the faint outline of my shed and the endless amount of trees. The sun was just setting and I was getting annoyed with my alarm clock and its faint humming. I couldn't find it, it's normally right next to me, but it wasn't there.

I got out of bed with so much difficulty and went searching for this darn alarm clock. I kept getting closer and closer to it and I swear I was standing right in front of it, but I couldn't see it. That's when I stepped on a pile of clothing and swore under my breath. Damn, that alarm clock is worse than lego. I found my alarm clock, hidden between the piles of clothing strewn across the floor. I looked at the clock and realised its 6 o'clock. Why the hell am I up at 6 o'clock? Oh that's right, parentals are leaving! I had a mini dance but that ended badly. I tripped over my school bag and fell onto the wall- the only support I had. But that bad thing led to another bad thing.

I could hear my parents talking.

"Honey, do you think it's okay to leave her alone after what happened?"

What happened?

"I know it's around this date, but I highly doubt they'd take her now."

Who's taking who?

"But what if they do? She'll be left by herself with no protection,"

Who's they?

"They won't, they've had 11 years to do this? Why now? Why not next year, when she's 18?"

Who are 'they'?

"I'm just worried."

"Don't be, next year, we'll take a vacation somewhere. We'll save up money and go. Just leave, don't tell anybody else. I just think, they'll take her then; when she's 18." Who is taking who?! What is going on?! There was a moment of silence before my mother spoke up again.

"That boy, Aaron, he looks like the boy she was with. Do you think it's him?" Hope bounded off the walls as she spoke.

My dad replied softly, "Honey, you know the little boy didn't make it. He sacrificed himself for our baby. Without him, Jac wouldn't be here." My heart sunk to the ground, way below the ground. Were they talking about my little green eyed boy? His tear stained face, sacrificing himself for me? He was gone, out of my grasp. I didn't know what these flashes of memories were, but I have a feeling they were reality and not my mind playing tricks on me. Should I confront my parents about this, consult my problems and come clean? No, I shouldn't, I don't want them to worry when they're just about to have the time of their lives- an overdue romantic vacation wasn't going to be put off because I'm having flashbacks. I'll just tell my cat. There, problem solved.

I had no idea what they were talking about. I didn't have a clue. What did they mean by "They've had 11 years to do this,"? I don't get it, did something happen to me when I was 6? I don't remember anything bad happening when I was 6. Life then was full of butterflies and flowers. Well, that's what I was told...

And this Aaron thing, not only did I think he looked like my little green eyed boy, but so did my parents. Was it him? But it couldn't be because they said he didn't make it out alive. And plus, he would've, without doubt, told me. The boy can't keep a secret even if his life depended on it.

"I better go wake up Jac," and that was my cue to run across my room and pretend to snuggle under my covers while my mother shuffled quietly, walking across to my room. My mum came in and tore the bed sheets off me. Now I was expecting something a bit more... nice.

"Hey, its freezing!" I exclaimed shrinking in my pyjamas.

"Whole point. Now get up, I made brekky." My mum just bluntly said. I mumbled a few swear words under my breath, I had just noticed how cold it was. I wish I was going with them, go to warm place and relax. Lucky mofo's, they get to visit a different country! I have never gone overseas, I always stayed in Australia, the land down under.

I ate breakfast in five minutes, gulping down the warmth the chocolate chip pancakes gave off.

It was time for them to leave, and for me to celebrate my loneliness for the next few weeks. They called a cab and told the driver to go wherever this big ship that was taking them to great places, was. I helped take their luggage to the car where the driver just lazily stuffed them in. As I walked over to the taxi, carrying the last of the bags, I noticed a ragged looking man watching me handle these bags. He smiled a toothless smile, but it wasn't a genuine smile, more of smirk that could send shivers down your spine. Straight away I didn't like him. I didn't like the way he walked in his metal capped boots and the scars on his arms that resembled deep scratches. How the old hoodie hung loose to his small frame, covering his bony ribcage, the way his matted hair stood out under his hoodie. Evilness and wrongdoing sparkled in his dark- almost black- eyes, his stubbled face dirtied with mud.

"Here are the back up keys," my dad said, as he placed a pair of keys under the cats bed.

I turned to face my dad and watched him place the keys under the little cat bed. I nodded in acknowledgement and turned back around to see if the strange man was still there.

He was gone. I only turned around for like a second. How fast is this man? Oh, I don't care.

It was 6:30 am and as always, we were late. It was the Sri Lankness from my mother. I looked like my mother, but I had a few features of my dad. I had tanned skin, dark brown hair and big light brown eyes. I was shorter than average, which obviously came from my mum. Screw these genes. I got my eyes from my dad as my mum had dark brown eyes which were slightly smaller but made a difference. My dad being the Australian he is, was quite laidback and didn't really worry about being late. This wasn't the best combination because then mum wouldn't move her butt in a hurry. I was always the one encouraging them to go quicker, but you can never teach old dogs new tricks.

We said our good-byes with the occasional teary eyes, the "be safe" talks and the humourless jokes to lighten up the mood. As they were getting into the cab, I ran to them and gripped both of them in a bear hug. I'm going to miss them. They finally got into the taxi and I was left at the end of our drive way sending air kisses in my house coat. I watched the white car take away my parents to the big ship.

I was alone now.

Very alone.

That is until Aaron magically appeared out of now next to me.

"Don't worry Jay. It's going to be okay. Anyways, go get dressed. We need to leave in half an hour," I stared up in him with worry.

He saw this, "What's wrong?"

"I ONLY HAVE HALF AN HOUR TO GET READY?! CRAP!" I ran towards my house and rushed in. Gathering all my books, I looked up to see the same scary man outside Aaron's house, watching it. As in taking in the whole layout of the house, he turned around to face my house and saw me watching him. Crap. I wanted to hide but it was too late. He had already seen me. He waved his grimy hand to me while I stood there frozen. Unable to move. He started prowling towards my house and the only thing I could think of was to call Aaron. My phone was near me and I picked it up. The man saw me do this and stopped walking towards the house, but down the street.

I must tell Aaron.