Chapter 3

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"I'm James" his voice so dreamy. Like a gorgeous porcelain doll that's the rarest one. He has pale skin and his hair up close, is the perfect shade of blonde, with his perfect tendrils all lined up. He was perfect. His face was just astounding, perfect jaw line. His voice alone could save somebody's life. He looks puzzled. "Hi!" I spurt out. "I'm Gemma" he smiles. "So, how'd you end up walking in the rain? Some boy broke your heart and you're trying to be dramatic about it?" I giggle, "No, I was walking home for work and it just started to pour down" "Yeah, crappy weather here. Haven't seen you before?" He gazes at me. "No, dad and I just moved here a little while ago." "Oh ok" things go quiet. "So where am I taking you then Gemma?" "Um, just up through here, then down Welsh Avenue." Things go quiet again. "Cute dog!" I seem to almost shout it at him. He chuckles, "Yeah thanks, his names Ben, he's a good mate. Good company." "Company?" I say. "Yeah.., company." "It's this house here"

"The rain seems to have died off now. Freak rain storms happen here often" "Just my luck" "So.., I'll see you at school then? I assume you're starting there when it goes back in a few days?" I stumble for a bit. "Er..., yes! Yes" I smile. He smiles. "Great. Well I guess I'll see you there then." "Ok then. Thank you for the lift." "Anytime" "Bye Ben" he smiles.

I'm standing on the curb, he starts to drive away and he waves, I wave. "Well, at least you've met someone now Gem." I mutter to myself. I walk up the stone steps to my house. I can't help but have a little smirk. Until I get to the door.

It's open.

My mind goes blank and my heart starts pounding a mile a minute. "Holy shit! Someone just break into my house?" Crap! I forgot to lock the door. I'm freaking out and beyond disorientated. I'm scared to go inside. I reach into my bag for my phone. It's gone, I can't find it. I have no phone, no source of communication. Nothing. Not even a knife to stab the robber if needs be. I'm helpless. I look up to the window where it is my room. And then I see the curtain move..

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