Something About Septimus

5 - He Is A Monster

Song is monster by skillet.

Enjoy?

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"Etta wake up!!" My mother yelled from downstairs.

I groaned and sat up, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

"Why?! It's only a Saturday. I always sleep in on Saturdays!"

"We need to go to the post office today to pick up the rest of our stuff."

I frowned to myself. I wanted to go to the library and do research.

It has been a week since I first met my bizarre neighbors (that's what I call them now.) I haven't heard a single thing from them. The lights stayed off the whole week, no cars left, and certainly nobody left the house. How did I know that you ask? It wasn't like I was watching their house the whole time...I'm not a stalker... OK maybe I did watch the house but that wasn't the only thing I did that week. I took a walk, and um changed some light bulbs...man I'm a loser.

The Clark's avoiding me wasn't the only strange thing. All the other people in the houses down my street seemed to enjoy being outside. They would run outside every time the clock struck on the hour and would dance around in the sun and hug trees and smell flowers. When they were done with that they would stop and stare at my house. It creeper me out a bit. Even my mother started to get worried about the people that wouldn't stop gaping at us.

"Etta! Are you coming or not?!?!"

"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled and stumbled my way out of my bed. I grabbed a pair of black shorts and a light blue V neck shirt that complimented my eyes. I ran my fingers through my wavy hair and smiled at my reflection.

I hopped down the stairs two at a time and ran into the kitchen as my mother placed a plate of toast on the table.

"You got ready fast. That's good. We need to get there soon. I said I would pick up the stuff at 10."

I took a bite out of the toast, it crunched with each chew. It was burnt and too crispy. It was ironic that my mother could bake amazing desserts but burn toast. I don't get it.

"Do you think we can stop by the library when we're done?"

"No, sorry Etta. I was thinking that after the post office we both go out to lunch together. It will be fun, right?"

I picked off a piece of the burnt toast and threw it at her. "But I wanna goooooo." I whined.

"Well too bad."

I grumbled some more and threw another piece at her. "Meanie."

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Two hours and about 5,000 boxes and random junk later my mom's car was filled to the brim with our old stuff that my aunt Rachel sent us.

I climbed into the car after I closed the trunk and my mom started to drive to a restaurant we passed earlier. I noticed the big building that said 'Hollowvale Memorial Library.'

"Mom! Mom! Look!! There it is! The library. Can we go? Its right there. Pleaseee??"

My mother scowled. "For the last time no. I don't want you wandering a town you've never been in before. Its dangerous. You don't know the people that will be here."

"Seth might be there."

"Who's he?"

"Our neighbor. He's really nice and in college."

"Still no."

"You're such a buzz kill."

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