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After school Ashley and I met up and decided to go to the library. When we got there, we immediately asked the librarian if we could have some paper.
“How much?” The librarian asked.
“Three pieces will be enough, don’t you think?” I turned to Ashley.
“Yes, I think that would be enough,” she replied.
“Ok,” the librarian said handing us some paper, “thirty cents.” I handed her a quarter and a nickel, then walked with Ashley to the corner table to sit down. The table was small and probably was not enough room for us to write a song, but we were going to attempt it.
“Do you think it will be hard to write a song?” Ashley asked, in her natural, shy voice.
“Yeah, but you are smart I am smart so I think it should be easy for us,” I replied because I am exceedingly caring. I don’t know if she is smart or not. Like I already said, we don’t talk much.
“Lilian, I am not smart, I failed my last test.” I had no clue that she had done that.
“Yeah, but do you fail anything in music?” I asked trying to act like I knew that she had not.
“No,” Ashley smiled. I smiled back.
“What should the song be about?” I asked trying to change the subject.
“Umm... Uh... Unicorns?” Ashley asked.
“No, it should be something we can both relate to. All the big writers say, ‘Write what you know’” I don’t really know her so I’m not sure what this song should be about.
“Our backgrounds?”
“Sorry, Ashley but I don’t like to talk about what happened when I was a baby or younger because I can tell it hurts my aunt and uncle.”
“But Lilian, my background is similar, my mom is always in and out of prison. And my dad tries to put food on my plate at night and tries to let me have a bed I could sleep on, he really tries.” I don’t see how that is similar.
“I’m sorry, let’s not write about that let’s write about bullies because recently I have been in a bullying situation. Wait have you ever been bullied?”
“A little bit by that evil, painstaking, monster, I don’t know why I voted for her in the first place.”
“Who, Natalie?”
“Yeah,” Ashley answered guiltily.
“Oh my, not to cut you off or anything it is almost four I need to get home.” I had to leave. She voted for her, the beast that put me in school prison.
“Ok see you tomorrow.” Ashley didn’t even realize I felt bad.
“At my house after school,” I answered with a bland smile.
“Huh?”
“Sorry, I’m used to Hayden reading my mind. Tomorrow after school we will work on the song at my house.”
I left pretty sadly, even though it was a sort of stupid reason. Must just be me getting into my head.
I walked home, nothing special there. It was seriously just a walk. I did take a long way though because Ashley’s house is haunted.
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FAST FORWARD TO WHEN I get home, Jackie and Jason were not home, but it was only a little after four. I sat on the couch—bored and watched some random painting show on T.V.
I ended up falling asleep for about a minute, just one of those drowsy spells. The ones you get when you are sick.
I even started to read a book to try to keep myself awake, I was extremely tired and bored. Then the front door opened and that is what woke me up for reals. I just assumed it was Jackie and I decided to go back to bed. So, I turned over to go back to sleep.
HOLY! Who the heck is that? There was a man who was about as tall as our doorframe and fat; really fat. My heart was pounding I had no idea who this man was. I seriously thought that I was going to die. This must be right out of a horror movie.
He barely had hair and looked like the forty-year-old rapists from all the movies that Jackie watches. His eyes were an ugly gray color, and his chin wasn’t defined. He wore a shirt that had a cartoon on it, I couldn’t read it because of it being ripped and torn apart. Then, I saw his shoes. His shoes were super nice and didn’t match the outfit; his shoes were the shoes that Jason wears when he has to talk to his boss. They are black and have laces. I don’t know what they’re called but they are for fancy occasions.
I thought about calling the police, but I remembered I did not have a phone. I did have a tablet though, so I decided to sneak out the backdoor with my tablet in my shirt. I silently tiptoed out the front door and ran as fast as possible to the neighbor’s house.
I was out of breath when I got to the Sturbridge’s—also known as the neighbors. I liked them very much, well sort of. I’m kind of holding a grudge because of the accident with Natalie.
Mr. Sturbridge met me outside my face must have been as pale as a ghost he looked scared too, he barely had hair on his head and he’s a tall skinny guy. He has a white mustache, and his arms are built from muscles. When he was younger, he told Hayden and me about his missions in the army; they are always fun to hear about.
“It is almost five-thirty and neither Jackie nor Jason are home, and I thought finally one of them came home but instead a man walked into our house and started eating the only bag left of chips and I’m scared that he might harm me or rob our home.” I went on and on, I was having a panic attack.
“It’s ok Lilian we will take care of it. Child, please come in and sit down.” Mrs. Sturbridge was standing by the door and let me in. She looks older than her husband because she has saggier skin and more wrinkles on her face. telling from her pictures, she was once a beautiful gal. I remember when she told me the story of when she met her husband. It’s always a sweet story, they were high school lovers.
Mrs. Sturbridge called the police and Mr. Sturbridge went into the house with a weapon. Mr. Sturbridge found the man in the kitchen eating potato chips, just like I had said. Abruptly, the cops showed up and the man was still eating potato chips and did not think anything was wrong.
“Why are you here?” The man who was eating the potato chips asked rudely.
“You broke into this house, is this true?” The cop remained calm while asking the man questions. It was obvious he was mental though.
“No, I didn’t my parents live here Jessica and Liam Thornton.” the man replied, putting the chips down, “you need to leave right now!” Wow, he had a really bad attitude.
“Sir, your parents do not live here Mr. and Mrs. Parker do with their niece.”
“No, my parents live here,” the man insisted, “if they aren’t here where are they?” The man was asking scared.
“I don’t know where they are maybe Mr. and Mrs. Parker can help you.” I know that I am just narrating this, and I am not a cop but why did he put the stuff in about us. If this guy is crazy, why should they give us information about us... Just saying. I mean he looks kind of just mentally ill and a little sick physically, but he could want to just harm us.