THIS IS MY TEST STORY. I JUST DOWNLOADED WATTPAD AND I WANT TO SEE HOW THIS LOOKS.
"Are we there yet?" I asked Daniel. "You said it wasn't that far away. So where is it?" I was becoming impatient. Daniel had been my best friend for years, but he had a way of getting on my last nerve very quickly.
"Almost." he held up a small hand-drawn map. "According to the map, it should be right here."
I stopped walking, my eyes fixed on the worn down, supposedly haunted cobblestone cottage. The roof had caved in in a couple spots, and the glass windows had somehow remained intact over the years. Vines crawled their way up the mossy walls, reaching for the sun.
"I don't understand, it should be right here!" Daniel shouted, frustrated.
"Daniel." I mumbled.
"Maybe the map's wrong. What if we've been going in the wrong direction the entire time?" he groaned, eyes still glued to the map.
"Daniel!" I yelled.
"What?" he yelled back. I nodded at the small decaying structure. He looked at the cottage, then back at me. "Oh." he grinned.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front door. He grabbed a long fallen branch and used it to slowly push the door open. We walked inside, Daniel first.
The inside of the house was twice as intimidating as the outside. Grime and dust prevented any light from getting into the room. However, the hole in the ceiling allowed sunlight to stream in, casting creepy shadows on the grey cement walls.
The house only had two rooms, one of which the door was closed and I refused to go into. It was said that the previous owner had a daughter, Jenna, and she'd hung herself in that room, earning it the nickname, Jenna's Room.
The Sun was slowly sinking into the horizon, and we had to be back by dark.
"Daniel, its getting dark. We should probably head back." I told him. Our parents were good friends and kept us on tight leashes. We were both fifteen and no matter how much we begged, our curfew remained set in stone: before dark.
"Just a few more minutes. I want to see what all the fuss is about." he said and began walking slowly to Jenna's door. I whimpered and backed towards the open front door. I had a bad feeling about this and really didn't want to stay here. Just as I was almost to the door, it slammed shut. I screamed, and Daniel raced back to me, and smacked a hand over my mouth to silence my screams. "Shhh.." he shushed me. "Stay quiet, Ames. Somebody obviously knows we're here and they shut the door to scare us, okay?" I nodded slowly. I didn't believe him, but I held onto his explanation for comfort.
He slowly removed his hand and I stayed quiet. Then I saw a figure move in one of the dark corners, and I yelped. Daniel had seen it, too. He raised up his branch like a baseball bat. "Amy, go outside." he whispered. I was frozen. He turned his head to look at me. "Amy, now." his eyes were dark and I knew he just wanted me safe. I nodded and turned to open the door. I found myself face-to-face with a girl; a blue girl. Who was upside-down. She had a cat-like nose and purple eyes. Small fangs stuck out between her lips and her blue hair hung down a few inches past her head. Her tail twitched below her. She dropped to the floor. Small ears poked out of her hair. She smiled, only making her fangs that much more visable.
"Hello!" she said and stuck a padded hand out. "I'm Nightingale! But you can call me Gale."
I extended a shakey hand. "Hello." I mumbled. Daniel stood behind me, watching her. "I'm Amy."
"Amy. I like that." she grinned. "Who're you?" she asked Daniel.
"Daniel." he said quietly. "What are you?" I elbowed him in the side, making him yelp. "What? I was just asking. She's obviously not human."
Gale looked slightly hurt, but it dissipated within seconds. "I'm kind of my own species. Nobody knows what I am, really." she smirked.
"W-where are you from?" I stuttered.
"Earth, for as long as I can remember. But no one really thinks I'm from here. I have genes like they've never seen before." she smiled, pleased with herself.
"So you live here?" I questioned.
She nodded and looked around. "Temporarily. I'm on the run." she winked.
"From what?" I asked, confused.
"From the people that kept me locked up. See, when I was little, the Black Sheep Corp. found me on the street, eating anything I could get my paws on. They 'saved me', which I think is code for 'picked me up and used me for experiments'." she laughed mildly. "But, anyway. What are you guys doing here?" she asked us.
"We heard this place was haunted." Daniel said, suddenly finding his voice again.
Nightingale grinned proudly. "That was me. The last thing I need is for the wrong person to come in here and find out where I am." She looked at us suspiciously. "You guys aren't with Black Sheep, are you?"
I shook my head 'no'.
--- I don't think I'm going to finish this. Its just for practice, anyway. But comment if you'd like for me to(: ---
