***May contain spoliers*** After her parents and older brother, Leon, left for her aunt's wedding, a young teenage girl by the name of Natalya Hugh finds herself home alone after refusing to go with them. She later wakes to the unexpected. This is a...
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Episode 36--> THERE ARE NO HEART SPRINKLES ON THE DONUT
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I maneuvered my damp bushel of hair into a ponytail while gazing out the open window. My dark locks shone an inky brown-- much like melted chocolate yum ( ^q^ ) -- and it looked flushed because the sun light caressed and passed through it. But it looked more like dark chocolate now that I think about it, since it was all damp and all. ( >3< ) I no likey dark chocolate!! IT'S BITTER! Milk Or White Choco Or Yo Mama Ma Boi!
I laughed at myself, leaned out the window with a small smile and gazed out in delight. At this time of day and at this time of year, the beauty of The Bahamas did really shine through.
I kept my stare out, past my yard, beyond the trees and over the ocean. The waves lapped at the shore and seagull's cried. The sound was faint from my distance. I loved the sea air. Call me biased, go on! I won't deny it. It was just so fresh and relaxing. The salty air cleared my lungs as I breathed . The smell cleared the senses and put a tensed soul at ease.
I let my eyes wonder up and down the seashore. After I got an eyeful I brought it back in to focus , taking in my yard. I froze, blinking slowly. I then rubbed my eyes in disbelief.
Uh... nah...
Nah!
No way.
It's totally my imagination...
There is no way a rooster can be waving at me. I shook my head and pulled myself back into the window. Maybe the salt water had gotten to my brain.
Well the 'trick of the light'- aka the Gansta Rooster- got ticked off when I didn't return his greeting. His eyes turned white and anger veins pulsed on his skull. He launched off his perch- the picket fence- and spiraled at my window like a bullet.
Too bad I had already secured it shut.
Humming happily, I pulled the curtains closed and I completely missed the rooster's face mushed against my glass...
I twirled on my heel to face away from the window. The AC hit me full blast. I gave my head a vigorous shake making my ponytail whip against my cheeks and droplets splashed from it. Simple and clean; that's how I felt at that moment.
Bath? Check!
Modest outfit? Check-a-deck-a-roo!
No ninjas hanging from the ceilings? Uh... coast clear!
I stopped my ceiling gazing when my bedroom door opened.
