The Misfit

Chapter 1

Lemony Snicket once said,

"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited,

And that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens

To someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is.=

Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."

It was a Saturday, a Saturday like the usual's, like the one that comes every weekend. Even though it was one of those usual Saturdays, i felt it was colder than most of the Saturday's I've seen and felt before. The cold cannot be defined as the feel of the winter season;it was the near beginning of my junior Year in high school.

I had finished my weekend assignment given to us by Mr. Ryan Johnson, he was the son or maybe grandson of our neighbor Mrs. Johnson, her name is Maria but everyone in the neighborhoodcalls her Mrs. Johnson but, due to the fact that she has been present here since the beginning of the 70's and rather back as a child, it'll be appropriate to call her that.

When i was younger my mom always used to drop me at her house whenever she had extra shifts. I'm pretty sure i have played with Mr. Ryan's daughter a few times.

She was a year or two older than me. She is in college now but gives frequent visits to her home.

My home consists of my mom and dad, i also have an older sister who moved out of the house when she was 14, the reason - she said that she could never get along with our parents.

Her name's Carolyn Torres, i miss her, but never saw her, at least not since she is gone.

"Eve, come on up, a Saturday does not give you a right to sleep all day." my mom screamed at the top of her lungs, she used to be a dance instructor but left it when she had my sister at an early age.

I and carol have an age gap of a year. So my parents pretty much had me while they were only practicing to raise their first kid.

I walked downstairs to see my dad watching some weird programme about the sleeping habits of wild bears; i proceeded to the breakfast table, where mom made my favorite Pancakes with maple syrup.

"Hey sweetie, your dad and i have to leave for a catering gig, to the north Linborough, it might take us a while to be back, so be a good girl while we are gone "mom said, well in her mom tone

"Yes mom " i replied while trying to balance between checking out the latest celeb scoop magazine and eating my pancake.

My mom kissed the top of my head and dad twisted his hands in his usual way. And then they went out of the door while saying me their final goodbyes.

I proceeded to watch some old DVDs of my favorite movies. It took me all day to partially finish the bowl of popcorn i made for myself, while sipping the soda, i heard the ringtone of the house phone go off.

I juggled my popcorn bowl and soda can in one hand and tried to reach the receiver of the phone from the other hand.

"Is this the Torres house "said the voice of an unknown man I've never heard before

"Yes its Evelyn Torres speaking, who is it?" i asked the man

"This is Officer Edwards, Miss. Torres do you know a woman and man aged between their late 30s named James and Anna Torres "the man answered while presenting a lot of sorrow in his voice.