Underground Hours

1.

Falling down a hole isn't the nicest thing that can happen. Especially when someone's after you.

Greetings. My name is July. I'm a 12 years old girl from Texas. I live in a small house with my parents and my three sisters June, April and May, and also my brother August. August is the oldest. When he was 4 years old, my parents decided that they want another child. Well, they got 4. Definetly something I wouldn't want to happen if I ever decided to have children.

You probably know already that I have a story to tell you. Unfortunately, I do.

It all started at a sunny monday. The weather was perfect for a little picnic with my siblings and my mother. Dad was on a vacation. How nice of him to go alone to my favourite country and leave us home, don't you think? But that's not what we're focusing on today. Let's start the real story, shall we?

The picnic was the best one so far. The weather was perfect, no one got angry or sad, nothing went badly, we just talked nicely and laughed at each other's jokes like nothing could go wrong.

Wrong.

After an hour of eating, talking and playing, and after mom said she'll have to visit her friend and left, I saw a figure. A figure of a teenager boy, wearing a dark hoodie. He was staring at me angrily. I realised I was staring at him, too, so I looked away. I wondered what was wrong with him. I didn't even want to go close to him. Well, luck wasn't on my side, because I accidentally kicked the football/soccerball a little bit too far away, and because I'd kicked it, I was the one that had to go get it. So I ran after the ball. The boy followed me with his look. When I was going to be in front of him, he started running. With an angry expression, he tackled me into the ground and held me down. "WHAT THE **** IS WRONG WITH YOU? I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!" I yelled at him. "You don't?" the boy asked angrily. I didn't know what he was talking about. The whole situation was very confusing. But the boy was right. I did know him, I just didn't remember. Now I do. I could tell you how I met him, is that ok? Too bad if it isn't, because I'm about to tell you anyway.

It was a dark, snowy night. I encountered the teenager boy at my way home. He blocked my way and asked for money. I didn't have any, and he started laughing. "I see you don't know who's the boss here", he said, took a few steps back and then ran at me, smiling with a mean expression. I kicked him so hard that he hit his head into an ice pile very hard. He screamed and then started breathing heavily. I was so shocked that I ran home, crying. When I got home, I went into my room, went to bed and fell asleep almost instantly. When I woke up, my pillow was full of tears, and my face was wet because of 'em. I met him again that day. This time, I ran away. The few following days felt like he was trying to hunt me down. Sometimes I threw something at him. A snowball, a rock, a stick... but every time he saw me. I didn't know where he lived, but he had to live close, because when we moved away, I didn't see him anymore. And I was glad I didn't. I did not want him to be in my life anymore, hunting me down like a hunter hunts down a moose. I didn't want to be the moose. If anything, I wanted to be the hunter. So, like I said, I didn't see him anymore. He had disappeared from my life, and it seemed like he had disappeared forever. My family lived peacefully, and nobody had to listen to my shocked crying anymore, like they had always when I ran away from the teenager boy. Now he was gone. Gone from my life, gone from my head. And I didn't see him again... until that sunny day at the park.

Back to the present.

He was about to hit me, but luckily for me, I am good at several martial arts, and I also play sports a lot, so I was able to use 95% of my strength to kick him away. My siblings had started running there. The boy turned around and attacked them instead. I was furious, so I ran until I was 10 inches behind him and jumpkicked him at the back. I saw he was in pain for a short time, but he turned around and grabbed me from my hands. He started spinning me around for a while and then threw me at the ground. I stood up and yelled threaths to him, as me and my siblings attacked him. It was a shame that August wasn't there. He was in another part of the park with his friends. He could've knocked this guy out. So I fought with my sisters. Bravely, we rised against the evil teenager. Madly, we started throwing rocks and sticks at him. May even scratched his face with a sharp stick. Too bad she wasn't able to continue, because the boy threw her away from himself. But fighting wasn't the boy's objective. We didn't fight for a long time. The boy looked at me with fire in his eyes and started chasing me. I didn't fight back. I started running. I ran faster than ever before. If just I could reach the other part of the park, and I would be fine... I would ask August for help. But I didn't reach the other part, no. I reached a hole. A big, deep, dark hole. And you already know what happened.