Spec (ON HOLD)

Chapter 5 - In my room?!

After the traumatic pancake experience, in which I almost burnt down the entire house, I gave Jay and Ky a cookie each and went back up to my room to continue studying.

The house still smelt faintly of burnt pancake mix and smoke, so I, being the type of weird OCD that I am, got out the febreeze and started spraying it everywhere.

Soon enough the scent of apple was wafting through the hallways.

I walked into my room and began spraying happily, prancing around like a ballerina.

I turned on some music and got back to my trig homework. My head naturally started bobbing to the music and I ended up dancing again.

Dan was forever telling me that I shouldn't study with music on otherwise it would distract me, which it always seems to do.

The song 'Don't stop' by 5SOS was on. And by the time it got to the chorus, I was ferociously whipping my hair back and forth and jumping around. My messy bun had already fallen out and my hair was everywhere. Sticking to my face, my back, my neck, anywhere you can think of.

Just as I clumsily tripped over my school bag there was an enormous crash.

I looked down at what I had landed on, and realised it was only the floor!

Maybe I'd imagined it or it was the boys downstairs. But then another crash came, followed by a groan. I knew that that was definitely not me or the boys.

That's when I freaked.

That's when I suddenly realised, that there was someone in my bathroom.

I know in normal circumstances, like in movies, when the main character hears something in their house, they normally pick up the closest item to them, which is always a baseball bat!

Because of course they'll just have a random baseball bat out on their bed or desk!

No, that was not my case.

The closest thing that I could get to was a cup of orange juice and a freaking tampon!

Come on!

I shrugged to myself and picked both items up, thinking that I could throw water over them then... choke them with the tampon! That's it!

I tiptoed towards the door and gripped the handle. I was just working up the momentum to open the door when suddenly, the person in my bathroom did it for me! Before I knew what was happening my bathroom door had been slammed into my face, literally, and i had ended up on the floor.

I groaned in pain.

I went to cover my face when I felt a sticky substance all over it. That's when I realised that as I'd fallen over, I must've thrown my juice over myself as well!

I can't do anything right can I?!

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The person gushed above me.

I recognised it as a mans voice and was suddenly scared.

He could be some sort of pedophile or something.

What if he was gonna rape me?!

I tried to open my eyes to look at the random stranger in my room, but I couldn't, my eyelids were stuck together!

"What the hell have you done to me you brute?! Get out of my house!" I screamed kicking randomly hoping to strike him.

"I haven't done anything! I didn't know that this was your house! But obviously I'm here for a reason!" The guy shouted back at me.