Life is a Killer Grade

Chapter 13: Final Ending

*5 months later, present day*

July 24, 2014. School has been out for more than a month now. Everything has been normal ever since I met Kai again. Kai and I haven't hung out that much since school let out. I want to hang out with her, but she's always busy. I'm trying to fade away that day I found Kai. I just don't want to remember what happened before we found each other.

*flashback*

Suddenly, Alex screams and he disappears out of sight. I look at where he fell at and notice there's a trap door on the ground. I limp-run over and look down. About 10 feet deep, there are swords sticking out of the ground. I gasp in shock. My eyes grow wide. There in my sight, I see Alex's body. He's dead.

*flashback ends*

"AHHH!" I scream as I wake up from my deep sleep. I hit my head on the ceiling from my loft bed. I rubbed the top of my head to lessen the pain. I guess I was having a nightmare. I look around my dark room, breathing heavily from the terror I just dreamt of. I hang over my bed and hang upside-down to check the time. The clock read 2:45 a.m. I can't believe I had woken up this time of morning from a dream. All because of Alex's jerk-actions, I had a nightmare about him. I sit back up and ponder in bed for a couple minutes. That's when I decided to get down off my bed and go to the kitchen.

I climb down my ladder, softly open my door, and tip-toe to my parents' room to see if I had waken them up. I turn on a soft, dim light to look in better. When I looked at their bed, it was empty. I had a surprised face expression on. What happened to them? Did they leave somewhere? But then I wondered something... Why wouldn't they be there at 2:45 in the morning? But now that I remember, I have been living by myself ever since February. They weren't here when Kai walked me home the day... That stuff happened. It was almost 3 in the morning and I had completely forgotten all about that. I was still very tired and my brain wasn't working. I snapped out of those thoughts and walked back out into the hallway.

I walked in the kitchen and I opened up the refrigerator. I needed a glass of milk,  or juice, or something. Drinks always helped me relax and cool off. Then, I heard a little scratch on the door of the kitchen. I stood very still, frightened, making sure I didn't make any noise. The scratching got a little louder. I was shaking in my spot, scared of what could happen to me. But then, I heard a whimper. I sighed in relief to realizing it was my dog in the garage. I opened the door and let my dog Cupcake inside to cool down from the heat of the summer night. "Hey, Cupcake," I said as she walked in, looking at me. "I'm surprised you're up at this time."

Cupcake is a small Toy Poodle with white, curly fur. She is as light as a feather. She's all bones because she never really eats much. Cupcake is becoming blind and she's getting very old. She's 13 years old, one less than me. I've had her ever since I was 1. She was the best thing I had ever gotten as a gift.

I open the basement door and motion Cupcake to come with me. "Come on, girl." We walk down the stairs and plop on the couches down there. It's amazingly quiet at this time. I actually enjoy it. I got really bored, so I turned on the TV. Not many good shows are on, but that's always like that at 3 in the morning. I watch TV for probably a half an hour and without knowing, I fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning still on the couch. I slowly flutter my eyes open and take in my surroundings. Cupcake is laying on my lap. I smile and caress her head. I sit there for a while until she gets up and walks away.

*

I sit in my room thinking about what to write in my diary. I haven't written anything in such a long time. And then, it hits me. I decide to write about what happened the rest of the school year: