AN: this is a short story that I've written in school and thought I'd share it on watt pad :) I hope people enjoy it :D
The houses are never the same, the schools are different in every way, but the people are all the same. Moving to different places is something I'm still getting used to doing.
I've moved from many places such as Vancouver to Prince Rupert, Hartley Bay to Surrey, and the most recent one has to be Vancouver to Hartley Bay. I never moved that much when I was younger but since I've been getting older it's been happening more often. I don't know if it's just because I'm not used to moving and I get lazy or if it's because of schooling. Either way I don't like moving and I'm possibly going to be moving to another place again.
When I was living in Vancouver with my aunt and uncle I had no problems in the beginning and that was probably because I thought i wasn't going to be staying there for long so I was being a good kid, but when I found out that I was going to be living there for a longer amount of time I didn't know how to handle it and I just went blank and acted the way I wasn't supposed to.
When my aunt knew I didn't really like the fact that I was living there she took me somewhere. The place looked old and very cultural, it had designs painted on but the paint was slowly fading and peeling away. She said it was an old tribal place where they would pray for health and courage. She said that it would be nice if I prayed in it for courage to be able to handle living there and for health throughout my life.
I hesitated but slowly walked into the aging little house, prayed in this little room for courage to help me through my life in Vancouver and health throughout my life. Once I was done something strange happened. A voice that sounded so distant but close said something I couldn't really hear but it's tone sounded mad. I think it didn't want me to be in the house so I backed away from the room and exited the building feeling weird and unlucky.
A few days passed and nothing new happened. I went to school and did the routine but nothing ever changed. Until one day I went home like I always did and something felt weird, almost like someone was watching me. I looked around and saw something that resembled a person or animal looking at me through the trees and once it saw that I was looking back it started to run. I got a little scared but my curiosity took over the fright so I dropped my stuff on the ground and ran into the little forest outside the Musqueam reserve.
AN: it took me a while to edit and re-write this one page and it might take a while to do the other two pages so I'll upload the other two once I'm done editing them :D thanks for reading. Don't forget to vote and comment if you'd like to see more of my other stories that I plan on posting :)
