After the nauseating, speed breaking journey, I found out another thing that Sophia is going to kill me for. At least there is going to be one reason I would know why she is angry. Yuuki left to keep up the story that we hadn’t gone out.
No one is here to defend me.
“I’ve lost my keys.” I squeaked showing the hole in my summer coat pocket. I swear Sophia thought of multiple ways to kill me in that second.
“You! -” She screamed not able to end the sentence. She stood waving her arms and biting her lip that signalled I needed to get out of the way.
“Climb over the fence and quickly get in through the kitchen doors, then let me in.” She sneered. The private back garden, my mum had put a spare door key to the French doors in one of the hanging baskets. I don’t think she ever imagined it would be needed for a situation like this.
Without question, I hoisted myself over the wooden fence working on falling onto the floor with zero injury. I managed to finish my mission then let Sophia in so she could continue her secret, but noticeably obvious, mission.
“I need to call my aunt.” Sophia said barging in through the door as I opened it.
“What is wrong?” I screamed walking into the living room before deciding to pick up the pretzels and jump on the sofa. I’m starting to think whatever it is. They are over thinking it.
Yuuki appeared at the door moments later, in half the time it should have taken her driving that car across town.
“Ok, before we go out,” Sophia stated. I thought for a second, I’m about to get a lecture. “Yuuki, take the rollers out of your hair.”
“Fine, for the record though, I was going to take them out as we got there.”
“That would mean you’re taking them out while driving.” I answered finding myself outside after standing in the door way for a few minutes.
“What can I say? I’m defining what they actually mean by multitasking.” Yuuki said flinching as Sophia took it upon herself to sort Yuuki’s hair out.
“Yeah and highlighting another high car crash scenario.” I mumbled climbing into the back of the car. I had to avoid empty sweet packet mountain and the statue of the Chinese waving cat, which is actually seat belted, in the driver’s side passenger seat.
“Yuuki, next time, take the chicken feathers out before you put the rollers in!” Sophia scolded.
“What’s wrong honey?” My mum called as I slammed the door shut and leant against it. Of course, the annoying trait of, ‘Act like nothing happened,’ Appears, the argument yesterday can’t be brought back up.
“Nothing.” I squeaked, wondering how I’m going to explain the missing bag and grazed hands.
I’m not fit enough to run all the way back home. I had to slow to a walk a few… Like eight… Minutes back and got my breath back and heart rate down. Scarcely, after my nerves had calmed, the doorbell rang
Was it that man?
Or worse that dog?
Ok, I’m over thinking it, how can a dog ring the doorbell?
I peeked out of the eyehole in the door, something I never do. No one is there.
Cautiously I cracked open the door, on the doorstep unexpectedly stood my satchel.
“Who is it?” My mum asked walking into the hall, just as I snatched up my bag.
Sorry it’s taken a while (A long while) to update this. As usual, if you want to read the prologue and the first 3 chapters keep scrolling down or click on the writing section above, hopefully you’ll find yourself there…
Sophia decided to leave after her exam leaving me with Yuuki at lunch.
“It was a dark and stormy night,” The all too familiar girl next to me said in an eerie voice as she worked on trying to create a new story. I could tell in her voice she actually wished it were a dark and stormy night. Unfortunately for her, it’s midday and the weather forecast for the next few hours is said to be clear skies.
“Stop kidding yourself, Yuuki,” I sighed. Yuuki, even with her over optimistic view on things, I had to keep her around. She’s the girl who latched onto me in playgroup, after she was found hiding in the freezer. Turns out that was a common thing with her, she was attracted to the cold. The rest of the small children’s minds put it down to her being Japanese.
“Now that’s why you failed art class that time. You have no imagination.”