"Jake!"
"Cassy!" He mocked as he threw another piece of popcorn at her. This time it got stuck in her hair and she kept slapping at it until it fell to the floor and got buried into the carpet. He was stretched out on the floor leaning in a magazine-cover worthy pose with a big grin spread across his face.
"Stop wasting it." She said quietly, hesitating before she nudged him with her foot that dangled lazily off of the edge of the sofa. Jake reached out and grabbed it, tickling her until she held up her hands in surrender. They sat there all night, watching romantic comedies and commenting on which guy was the fittest. According to Jake, blondes are more attractive but Cassy has always been the type to go more for the dark haired and mysterious. She loved how close she was with Jake, they were best friends since she can remember and she loved him even more when he told her that he was homosexual. Deep down she knew all along, so I guess it was just a good feeling to know that he had the confidence to be comfortable with who he is. Why shouldn't he? The only problem is that he is a bit of a drama queen, stereotypical to say, but true nonetheless. He is obsessed with how he looks, not in an annoying way, he just gets paranoid now and then so takes a lot of care with his appearance.
-From Cassy's point of view-
"So you're saying that Aaron Johnson is more attractive than Alex Pettifyr?" Jake looks at me dubiously before looking at me with a disbelieving look and then laughing, hard.
"What? I'm entitled to my opinion, Jake." i defend myself. Aaron Johnson is a sex God, but then again I wouldn't turn down Alex Pettifyr either. Jake just rolls his eyes at me, like the diva he is and puts some more toffee popcorn into his mouth, crunching with his mouth wide open just to irritate me. How mature.
Two films down and it's time for another toilet break. I storm up the stairs and rush to the bathroom. I can't hold it any longer!
After washing my hands I look outside the window that displays and wide view along the stairs. I pause looking out at road, the houses, the trees and power lines. It's dull outside and starting to go dark, with clouds rumbling in the distance. Delicate drizzle taps at the window and water slides down it like tears on glass.
I feel the soft, thick carpet dissolve from under my feet. Cold creeps in and a bitter breeze raises goose bumps along my exposed skin. I am froze to the very spot and I blink. I am no longer standing on my staircase looking solemnly out my window, I am in a field. Light blinds me and my eyes flutter to adjust to the exposure to do much uv. I have to crinkle my face and frown to realise that I'm surrounded by.... corn. Wincing, I jerk back at the sharp, prickly corn lying beneath my feet.
Where am I? How did I get here? I circle, taking in my surroundings in more detail.
Corn. Corn. Some more corn. Corn again.
What the hell?
Cautiously, I begin to move forwards as the feeling of someone watching me grows from the back of my mind.
Growl.
Thick, black clouds envelope the sky and filter the light that fights to light up my view. Light becomes even more non existent so I start moving, fast. I have no idea where I am, how I got hear, or when. Bewildered, I start to pace with questions that are buzzing around my head like an angry swarm of hornets. Sweat dampens my clothes as I scan the vast corn field with wide eyes. Just keep moving, I tell myself, so I do. One foot after the other, one crunch after the other. The air smells damp and mouldy, it is strong and overwhelming. I wrinkle my nose with disgust and take a sharp breath in.
There.
I blink with disbelieving eyes because I look up from my feet and I see a tree. It is in the distance, after many miles of yet more corn but it stands there, waiting. It is a large oak tree with what looks like large branches that reach out in all directions. Despite the gloomy weather, the tree looks healthy;full of green leaves and nests.
Next thing I know I'm being pushed forward with an unidentifiable force. I lurch forward and land on my knees, arms out stretched and grasping the spiky floor in front of me. Hair flicks about my face and drops like a whip to land in tangles around my neck and shoulders. I yelp at the impact and scramble round to see what had caused me to fall.
"Cassy?! Where you just going to hit me?" My mom took a cautious step backward and leaned out of my reach, watching my every move.
"...what the-" I begin and look round to find myself back in my bedroom, window closed shut and curtains drawn. I just looked at her, and her expression softened and I saw her muscles physically relax as she realised I didn't know what I was doing.
"It's okay hunny, don't worry! Things will get better, I promise." Confused? So was I; I had no idea what had just happened.
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Cornfield
Novela JuvenilA young girl is involved in a car accident of which she loses her father to. Her story starts three years later, a new life waiting for her, only what seems to be normal is far from reality. She begins to have strange dreams and visions and time its...
