Aliatio

Chapter 1 - The Letter

           The letter had left her throat dry, her stomach twisted, and she felt as if she would collapse. She stumbled over to her couch and sat down, rubbing her light-blue eyes and pinched herself; she wanted this all to be a dream. She wanted him to walk through her front door so badly for the past year, and now he's dead. "This, this can't be," She said and crumpled the letter, throwing it into a corner. She held tears back until she saw his body she wouldn't believe it. There is no way her brother could die after all this time. 

             She sat there for a little, trying to get her bearings on reality. She then got up and walked over to her compact kitchen, which was also part of her small living room. She grabbed a glass from the drying rack for dishes and filled it up with water. The girl then chugged the glass, which made her throat feel a little better, at least. She sat the glass down and fumbled through her pocket, pulling out her flip phone. But, it could barely be called one since it was covered with dirt stains and had some duct tape on the sides. She pulled up a text conversation with her friend Zach. Hey, sorry I'm going have to take a raincheck on that arcade, she texted. She flipped the phone closed and set it near the sink, then went over to her room and tossed her bag on her bed.  

            She ran her fingers through her curly brown hair that reached to chin level. They went over and took the bag off her bed and laid down. She didn't want to think about anything right now, so they tried to go to sleep. Yet, the girl's mind was still racing as she tossed and turned. But eventually, after what felt like forever, she drifted to sleep.

          They rolled out of bed to someone knocking vigorously on her door. She walked over and looked for the peek hole, then opened the door, "What the- Zach?!" she said to the person at the door. The boy named Zach had short messy blonde hair, and his brown eyes had a worried look on his face.

         "What the- me? Look, I texted you at least fifty times without an answer, so I had to run over here as fast as I could, I even forgot my jacket, so can you please let me in before I freeze, Misty?" Zach explained. He was only wearing the black shirt he was wearing at school and his blue jeans with all sorts of stains on them.

          Misty sighed and waved Zach in and closed the door, "First, I like being short, and second, you are so impatient, I was just taking a nap, dude," Misty said as she went to check her phone, she flipped it open to see Zach had sent her fifty-seven texts, "Seriously Zach?"

         "Pfft, I repaired that trashed phone for you for a reason, ya know? The least you could do is not nap," Zach chuckled.

          "Shut up," Misty said, heading back to her room.

        "Is something wrong?" Zach asked, growing worried.

        "No, just... it's nothing alright" She sighed, Zach was about to say something, but he saw the crumpled letter in the corner and picked it up. 

         "What's this?" Zach said, uncrumpling it. 

         "What's what?" She said, turning to see that Zach had the letter, "Wait, no! Don't look at that!" she ran over and grabbed it. 

        "Sorry for your brother and all," Zach somberly said. 

        "Tch, fast reader, it's nothing probably misidentification of a dead person or something," Misty said with a bitter tone.

           "Well, when are you going?" Zach asked.

         "Huh?" Misty looked at him, confused.

         "The will reading," Zach clarified.

         "Huh, it doesn't matter," She crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the waste bin, "I'm not going."