When I got home with Chance I remembered the screams. Chance made me forget all about them. I should probably ask Chance if he knows anything about it.
My mom, Chance, and I are all sitting around the kitchen table. My mom made lasagna for dinner that night. Some parents refuse to cook or maybe can't but that is not the case for my mom. She is an excellent cook and she absolutely loves it.
"Ms. Lay, this is amazing," Chance said.
"Thank you Chance, you can come over anytime you want," she said smiling. "Are you going to be going to school together?"
"Yes," I answered.
"But we're going to be a year apart. I'm a junior." He said.
'Oh really? Do you like Warlock?" my mom is better at socializing with kids my age then with me. She just isn't a very good mom.
"I like. The teachers are cool and the kids are nice. I think Alex would like it." Although I haven't known Chance for very long I know he's a people person. He is super social and probably popular at Warlock.
I stood up, grabbed my plate, grabbed my mom's plate, grabbed Chance's plate, and put them in the sink. I would need to wash them after Chance left.
"Chance, do you want to go up to my room?"
"Yeah, that's fine."
"You read ghost stories?" he was indicating the book on my desk.
"Yes, I do. I read a lot of different stuff. The things I have would probably surprise you when it comes to my books." I should really think before I talk. I'm starting to sound like a COMPLETE freak.
"That sounds cool. I don't have the patience to sit and read a book. I respect that." He walked over to my bed and sat down. I was on the other side of the room in my egg chair. I pulled my legs up to my chest.
"Chance, I have a question." I paused and he looked at me. "Do you know of anything that has happened in this house? Last night at around 2 o'clock I heard a bunch of screams from my window but no one was there."
"I haven't lived out here for very long but I hear a rumor that some girl was raped and murdered in this area. Maybe it was outside your window," he was smiling so I knew he was playing around but the idea was growing on me every second I thought about it. I felt the sides of my lips falling. I knew that I had my "thinking face," on. My ex-boyfriend, Logan, always laughed when I had this face on and said it was cute and adorable but then he dumped me for some skinny, long-legged, blonde, chick. I hated her. "It looks like we have an investigation on our hands."
"What do you mean," I asked.
"You and I are going to figure out what the screams were," he smiled.
sorry the chapter is so short. ill work on writing longer chapters. i know the plot is kind slow but its only the beginning and i promise itll speed up and youll enjoy it:)