After The End: Alex Rider FanFiction

~Chapter Seven~

         It just continues.......the rattling, the shaking, the barking, the growling.

         It doesn't STOP.

         Snarling, barking, whining, jaws snapping, shaking.........

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           I sit up with a gasp.

          My heart beats a mile a minute, sweat streaming down my forehead like a river, sheets plastered to my wet skin.

          I reach up with a trembling hand to brush some hair away from my face, only to feel tear tracks underneath my eyes.

         Sighing, I rub both hands over my face.

         That was actually a pretty mild nightmare for me. Usually they're much-much worse than that.

          I check my watch.

         6:03 A.M.

         Wow, I even slept longer than normal, granted I don't usually fall asleep until somewhere around 12-1 at night.

          Maybe this means it'll be a good day?

         Cause if I'm being completely honest with myself, I'm horribly nervous about going out later for the Picnic/fireworks event.

         Just the thought about it makes my heart speed up.

         Letting a big breath out, I change my thoughts over towards the job of getting up.

         I swing my legs over the side of the bed, standing up with a small yawn.

         I walk over towards my clothes drawer, opening it up.

         Rummaging around, I suddenly stop as my eyes land on something I don't remember packing.

         With trembling hands, I pull my wooden bead necklace out of the pocket it was hanging out of.

  How did this get in here?

        I could've sworn I specifically did not pack this.

        But now that I think about it.....

         Mrs. Jones must've slipped it inside my bag when I wasn't around.

         Making up my mind, I grab some clean, heading out to the bathroom. Inside I proceed with a quick shower, changing into my new pair of dark jeans and a blue plaid long-sleeve-shirt.

          I hold the necklace up in front of my face, eyes completely fixated on it. Then I put it around my neck, tucking it safely underneath my shirt.

           Going downstairs, I see Don is seated at the table, Lucy at the stove.

As I get closer, Lucy looks over at me, a smile lighting up her face.

            "Good morning! I almost thought I was going to have to go get you up." She jokes, continuing to flip something over in her skillet.

             I sit down in my normal seat, proceeding with eating once Lucy serves me.

              Don pauses his eating long enough to discuss about later.

              "So I figure we'll leave here at four so we can get a good spot." He says, dabbing his mouth with his napkin as he looks between me and Lucy.