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The ball shatters but it sounded like a deafening shriek. I hid my face because of my instincts but felt no glass shards sticking into me. It was..strange. There was nothing but silence.
"Um..who are you?" A young, male voice asked suddenly. Fearing for my life, I backed away, bumping into the shelf and breaking more of the glass balls.
They all plummeted down one by one, each with a unique noise, then silence came and went, and there were more voices of mixed confusion.
"What the?!" A male with an American accent screamed.
"Thank God, finally. It was getting cramped in there." A Irish voice followed as I smelt smoke in the air.
"Hey hey hey! Don't smoke Jaxon! That's bad for you!" A hissing noise was heard. Maybe the person who said that put out the cigarette? I wouldn't know.
"Are you alright?" The first voice questioned as his footsteps grew louder and then they stopped. I guess they were right beside me.
Uncovering my face, I saw a bunch of men, just idling about like bums in my attic.
The boy in front of me was as young as I am, his hair was a dark brown, his skin a deadly pale color. His eyes were white like sliver. He wore a dark grey sweater that had a crimson stripe in the middle.
"I'm Philip. The others are James, Jaxon and Jasper. Pretty weird that all their names start with a J, right?" He breaks the tension with a joke. I giggled as the other three were irritated at this.
"Oh shut up Philip. You're only here since she accidentally broke your ball." The man named James hissed, dusting himself off of the glass shards. "That's gotta sting.." He picked off a shard that was sticking int his palm.
"You all got a lot of explaining to do." I placed my hands on my hips, impatient. I have to finish cleaning up the attic and these 'men' are really getting in the way of my cleaning.
