On my way back to the apartment, I kept getting the feeling someone was watching ; hiding in the shadows so I quickened my pace until I was literally jogging home.when I slammed the door behind me, I noticed mother was sitting on the table with some coffee and an disappointed expression that spread across her face like butter on toast. She said looking at the coffee "You need to stop doing this..."
"Blah Blah Blah. I'm not listening." I plugged in my earphones and walked up the stairs with a smug laid on my face. On my bed was Henry's book, I had never read it before but I've always been curious to what it said; who I was. I flipped through the pages noticing that there was nothing about me. I closed the book and had my back to the face of the Mätresse looking up at the ceiling until I heard the rattle of my window pain, it had shattered. I sat up while I could hear mother running up the stairs into my room shouting "Trouble? Trouble what was that?" I looked at it in horror and noticed a stone and parchment attached to it had appeared. That must've caused it. Before my mum came up the stairs I took the parchment on the rock and put it in my pocket of my black hoodie. When Emma did come up she asked "what of earth- what happened?"
"I don't know. I was sitting on my bed and then BOOM that happened" now the next part you would expect is that she would believe me but you are mistaken. It's kind of the opposite actually. Mother said "are you sure it wasn't you. I've seen you do something like this before." Ok she has a point. But it wasn't me, you know that. I replied angrily "Just because names Trouble doesn't mean I am. Why can't you believe me or just simply be happy for me. I'm leading my own life and you don't choose what rabbit hole I go down." Tears started to blossom at the bottom of her eyes until she got a call and ran downstairs slamming the door behind her probably going to the sherries office. I understand I was a bit harsh but she'll get over it. I waddled over to the window and examined the glass that still remained on the sill. I looked towards the woods Ann saw a mysterious figure whose face was shadowed by a brown cloak throwing and catching another rock like the one I had in my pocket, his postured showing he was waiting for something as he leaned on a spruce tree facing my apartment, I quickly closed my purple curtains and sat back on my bed arguing with myself whether I should see what the parchment said or not. Should I?
