"..............and that's how I got into the surf team" he concluded his story. I mean he's a sweet guy and all but he's a teeny tiny
bit boring. I'm just not interested. I look at my wristwatch and see that it's almost 5pm. He has been talking for almost an hour.
" Jake it was really nice to meet you and you are a really nice guy but I have to go home it's almost 5" I said as he handed me a napkin with a doodle of a sunflower on it (he is not a good drawer but I presume it was just an act of kindness)
"Yeah of course I have to go home now too. We should meet again. Do you have my number?" he asked.
"I'm pretty sure you wrote it in the napkin" I said giving him a questioning glance.
"Oops. I guess we know each other too well" he admitted ,cheeks red from shame and embarrassment. He leans over and gives me a hug. A nice and genuine hug, nothing personal.
"Ok, bye!" and we parted.
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As I walk home , I notice little things. Like businessmen running with cups of coffee in one hand and barking into their phone. How taxis swerve dangerously on turns. Ah, I sighed at the busy nightlife of New York. I see that the color of the traffic lights look like someone stretched a pepper over a lightbulb. Suddenly I get a weird feeling that someone is following me. I check over my shoulder but see nothing suspicious.I have been getting this feeling more and more lately. Then there comes the lamppost.
I get up realising I hit my head on a lamppost. Ugh, I feel dizzy. Better walk fast, the faster Ill walk the faster I get home.
Reaching my apartment , as soon as I got in ,a foul smell hit me like a lamppost(I'm serious it was that bad). Maybe our Indian neighbour is cooking some fish chutney. Pinching my nose I climb the stairs, and I get this gut-wrenching feeling in my stomache like something is wrong, very wrong. I resist the urge to run away and keep on going. For some reason I see the door open. Why? I wonder. Our door is hardly ever left open unless mom is hosting a yard sale ,which is very unlikely. As I enter through the door, I see the apartment is trashed. Absolutely trashed, like someone turned everything upside-down. There was blood stains on the walls. Big ones. Really dark , almost black. Fresh. I'm on the verge of screaming! There's furniture strewn everywhere, ripped and clawed. As if someone unleashed a clawed-monster in here. Maybe I wasn't wrong. Everything was in a mess. I couldn't find my mom anywhere. The apartment was empty. I picked up the phone to call her. But the dial tone was dead,I think someone ripped the cords. I try to fight against the panic attack rising within me, I remember how it usually goes. I fall to my knees crying and screaming, gasping for air and pounding the floor with my fist. Maybe the intruders were looking for something, or someone. But all I know is that my mom is gone.
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{hi! I hope you liked this chapter. I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. Sorry not sorry. Hehe. I had this story in my head for a long time but never got the time write it, so I'm happy I finally did. I mean absolutely no offence to the Indians out there as I just don't like the smell of their food. I hope you cooperate with me and read the story. Okay? Okay. Hope you enjoy. Love ya, rockinroxie},
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