DREAMS OF FAITH

Eleven

The three of us race at the door since Zac wasn't planning to do so. We kept on bumping each other's shoulders. I stared worriedly at Megan's arm since she told me about her little injury in her arm, to find it perfectly fine, no stain of blood, no clutching on her arms, in fact she can use it just fine. 

I shrugged it off and continued running.

Sonny opened the door grinning at us.

"Hi, I am your new neighbor, so I just want to make friends? He said smiling brightly at us.

We stared at him curiously. He has a brown curly hair which almost got into his chinky dark eyes. He has a pointed nose with prickles and has a red thin lips. I guess his 5'9.

His smile dropped when he noticed us being unresponsive." Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you".

"No no, it's okay. I'm Sonny by the way, this is Megan and this is Faith. Oh, how rude of mine, come in, please". We just smile at him. 

" What are you holding?" He ask cheekily.

"It's cookies. My mom made it. Actually, she's the one who told me to make friends at the neighborhood, so I won't feel alone".

"Where were you came from? And why of all places you choose to be here?

I shoot Megan a quite glare because of her rude questions and she only mouthed 'what' in response.

"I'm sorry about what she said-"

"Tim. My name is Tim".

"Tim". He's quite attractive. I don't know why Megan dislikes Tim since he didn't do anything against her . For all I knew, of course.

"It's okay, really".

" So you don't have friends here?" Sonny said when he noticed the awkward atmosphere.

"Ahm no, we just been here since a week and I kind of just stayed in the house. All my friends is in my old town."

"That's must be hard for you. Living your friends behind".

I sensed the change of his tone. I glanced at him to see his far away look, as if reminiscing an old memory of his friends. I got a glimpse of Megan expression and she had the same expression, too.

I had known them since I was 12 and I was the only friend they have, so I guess maybe that was when I wasn't with them yet. 

Luckily, Tim hadn't noticed anything.

"Yes, you can say that". He said solemnly.

"Then why did you leave them?", She said with a sharp tone.

"Meg". Sonny groaned in annoyance. "Can you please leave?" She only huff without paying us any attention.

"Sorry about her. She wake up in the wrong side of her bed".

Tim just smile and told us he's leaving but we managed to exchange numbers and even invite us to their house.

Sonny left me in the living room, probably to demand to his sister.

I was about to leave too, because I planned to read a book in library. Well, there's nothing new with that. When the doorbell rang again. Maybe Tim had left something?

I opened the door to see no one. I glanced around clutching the doorknob tightly, fighting my raging nerves, when I saw a folder lying at the bottom of the door. At the same time I heard a car engine hummed before it drove off.

I phase around my room, debating on what to do with it. Should I throw it off? Open it? Tell someone about it? It could be the killer's doing for all I knew.

I threw myself on my bed in frustration while rolling and stamping.

"Sweetie, did I told you that you'll meet someone today?" A middle age man asked a young girl who's about 5-7 years old.

"Yes" the girl is very engrossed  playing with her dolls to pay him attention .

" Did I also told you that you'll have a new mommy?"

The girl stopped and glared at the middle age man. "I don't want a new mommy", she huffed and pout while crossing her arms, refusing to glance at him.

"Sweetie, we had talked about it, right?" she nodded still has a very cute pout.

"Is she nice like mommy?" She asked innocently while petting her teddy bear.

"Yes, you'll love her". The man reassure her. "She wants to meet you now, is it okay with you?" The girl nodded.

The man glanced behind her, smiling lovingly ," There she is".

I was jolted awake because of my blaring phone. I must have been fallen asleep thinking about the folder. I decided to just open it and if I can't take the contents, I will tell this to others.

It was the copy of Ms. Santiago's case.