Chapter 1: The kid getting late for school is dumb. I am that kid.
Autumn's P.O.V
I hum a tune and hop into the shower shrieking as the hot water assaults my skin.
Why the hell can I not check the temperature before hopping in?
"Autumn! Are you okay?" I hear my brother call from outside and sigh.
"Uh, yeah Holden." I shout.
"What? Autumn, you okay?" he asks again.
I shrug and come out of the shower and open the bathroom door, "I am okay, Holden." I shout and turn to enter the shower.
"Whoa..." I hold the curtain to balance myself as I slip on the cold and wet marble.
I continue humming as a work up a lather.
The honking of a vehicle resonates and I sigh. So much for taking a bath in peace.
Another round of loud honking and I frown.
Who the hell?
I dismiss the irking sound and jump out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. As I search for a decent pair of clothes to wear to school, I hear the honking again.
Some kid is late for school again.
Oh holy hell, wait a second.
I squint at the clock on my bedside table and breathe out.
6:00AM
I have time.
But to calm my anxious soul, I rush out of the closet and open my balcony door only to see my school bus waiting outside my home.
But the clock-
I squint again. Before I can gather my wits scrambled in the room, the bus leaves.
The kid getting late for school is dumb. I am that kid.
I look towards the house next to me and find that someone new is shifting here.
I sigh.
About time the old man left us alone. The last neighbour we had used to sing loudly every time he used to be in the bathroom; yes our homes are pretty close and yes, he could probably hear me singing in my room late at night.
A well trained jumper can enter my home from the window of the house next to ours.
Not me.
I try to peep into the room but I see no one.
Maybe when I come back from school.
Oh my God-
I run in my room and stumble as I wear my black jeans and grab my school bag.
I jerk open the door and run down the stairs only to find my brother, Holden sitting coolly on the couch watching television.
He chuckles as I pick up two strawberries from the table and take a bite.
"Late again?" he asks.
"Yeah, why didn't you wake me up?" I frown as I look at him.
"I tried- knocking and shouting and shit. But you had locked up the room from inside, so I couldn't wake you up like last time." He grins.
The last time when he woke me up was harsh.
He sneaked in my room and put freezing ice cubes in my shirt as I slept.
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The Boy Next Door
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