The art of being alone

Chapter 6 part 2

                Its Sunday and I'm up at seven. Why? Because its hard to sleep when you now that there is a creature who wants to kill you the first chance it gets. But i mean other than that I had a great night. ( Sarcasm )

                I turn on my T.V in my room and decide what I am going to do today. I was thinking about meeting up with Dawn but she probably needs some alone time and Amy is still sick.

                So I just grab some cereal from downstairs and watch mindless television. Its easy to forget all your troubles when your watching a good show such as Vampire diaries.

                I quickly change the channel though. Something tells me I wont watch this show for a long while, or ever again.

                * Ring Ring Ring * I run downstairs to grab the phone ( who calls at eight in the morning? )

Me: Hello?

Mom: Hey sweetheart your up.

Me: Barely. I just got up.

Mom: Ya thats great honey, look I wont be home till late tonight so your going to have to be alone for a while alright?

Me:  Um mom is there anyway you could be home sooner? * nervous *

Mom: Nope see you later tonight! * End of Conversation *

                ShizNip. The only good thing is that he doesn't know where I live, but if he were to find me I'd be screwed.

                I walk back up to my room, locking every door and window on my way, and grabbing a kitchen knife for precaution. If I'm gonna die, then I'm going to go down fighting.

                I search online for anything else that could protect me from a vampire attack. I read on quite a few websites that garlic,salt, and wooden stakes were most likely to drive one off.

                So I gather every salt shaker, and whatever I can find with garlic that is in my house.Then I make some wooden stakes using sticks from the tree outside my window.

                I barricade myself in my room, and prepare for the worst. I have a  string of garlic necklace and a wooden stake/stick in both my hands. Not to mention that I coverd my window and door in salt.

                Three hours pass and for a while nothing happens, so I slowly remove everything that I piled on my door and go into the bathroom. I realize that I stink, like bad so I take a shower and slip on a pair of jean shorts and grey ruffle blouse. I figure I can at least look good in my final hours on earth.

                I brush through my hair and let it air dry, creating nice natural curls. Then I put on my grey converse and a nice pair of earrings. I brush my teeth and put on lip gloss, but I dont need makeup, so I skip all the eye shadow and blush stuff.

                Soon I look presentable and smell good too, so I go back into my room when the doorbell rings. I freeze and grab the kitchen knife.

                Slowly I make my way into the living room, and then I'm in front of the door. Suddenly it jerks open and I'm standing face to face with...." Mom?" I let out a sigh of relief " Hey honey...why do you have the kitchen knife?" she says. I quickly set it on the counter and reply " Oh you know, im just going through one of those fazes, heheh." I laugh nervously hoping she doesn't read through my lie, and unlike Isaac she isn't good at picking up on  stuff like that. " O.K well be careful, and anyway I'm home for my lunch break but I have to go back soon." she says. I pull out stuff to make a sandwich but she stops me.