I think I’m alone now.
I suddenly open my eyes and leap out of bed. Through the glowing coloured window panes, soft delicate light entered and hit my mirror, creating a burst of rainbows all over my bedroom walls. The house is awfully quiet. The usual numerous footsteps that would come rushing to my room were not heard. Instead my pitter-patter towards the study, echoed through the empty hallway.
Standing right in front of the entrance, my body seemed to have frozen on the spot. I began to contemplate whether to enter the room or to turn away from it, ignoring the urge to sit down on the smooth black leather arm chair. The way it called to me was too powerful and so I sat down and reached out to switch on the computer. The screen was far too bright for seven in the morning, but that didn’t matter anymore as soon as I clicked onto my writing app. I sighed slightly, my eyes feeling watery as the corners of my mouth started to curl into a small smile.
It’s about time I write down the whole story.
My fingers slowly pushed down onto the keyboard’s letters:
“This is a story about an Invisible boy and all the adventure and chaos that came along with it.
My name is Emily Berrycloth and the story begins now…”
YOU ARE READING
The Invisible Boy
Teen FictionEmily Berrycloth is a curios 17 year old and desperately longs for an adventure to escape from her plain world. Her wish is granted after stealing a magical locket from "Rita Bellevinge" But inside the locket...there is a boy. An Invisible one. She...
