It was less than noon, but after the official time of morning. My drak hair could make Dracula paler, werewolves scaredy cats, and zombies not want what's under that rats nest. The dead and lazy looking eyes that seemed to have sleep still galze over them where still heavy and fuzzy. My lips parted as I breathed dryly my tongue stuck to the top. I got a cold in the middle of the night in my closet sized room, since I have no windows in this tight space it must of been that draft coming from the gap in the wall. Yes, there's a gap that is about and inch big that starts at the floor and is about three feet wide. That wall i found hallow, but I had nothing to justify the reason for a random chunk of my wall to be missing. It's been about a mounth that I have moved from paradise, heaven on earth, the dessert desert, the thing that kept me together, sun filled Arizona to hell on earth and the arctic, Sotland. When I threw my legs over my three pairs of plush pajama pants fell over top of the smooth shins, that have never seen this misserable island for they've been under jeans and boots. I planted my fuzzy thermal sock slippers onto the hardwood and started slidding to the door when the draft from somewhere blew into my room prickling my skin to creat goosebumps. I growled and yanked on my robe and shuffled to the stairs. Once the long journy from the end of the halls window to the death walk stairs was over i concidered rolling down them, I was completely padded, with fifty layers of warmth, so why not? I might break the stairs, I wouldn't have to walk them everyday, i could hit Emma, i'd have a few days of silence while shes in the hospital, or I could possibly hit Marty, my dog. He was my source of warmth my source of joy, and my source of dog poo to light of fire in emma's room trying to touch the flame to the plastic bag, but my mother didn't approve. Marty was the average love of every womans dreams, he came when I called, he lets me change the channels, and he gives me kises when ever I get close to him. After I 'accidentally' found this bull mastiff pup in a free puppy box and I just had to save him, it didn't work, he went back t the shelter, but I pretty much threatened to move to the pound with him. She knows me, I protest. If I findsomething unjust, in my eyes, then I protest. but no amount of protesting could get me out of this country where men speak like drunk actors in a viking movie. I slowly mastered the mountain climb to the kitchen. No one was home, the perfect family was out probally painting the town red and making peoples ears bleed with their petty and shallow brags about their offspring, Emma. My step sister. The ground was screetching as I manovered blindly to the kitch island and sat in the stool laying my head on the cold counter, Marty jumped up onto a sttol next to me and laid his fat head next to mine his wrinkles coushioning his head. I moaned and he licked my face, the residue wascold as the breeze brushed across it.
"Marty, I'm sick," I said pointing out the obvious to my loving family. I just sat there falling asleep. About an hour later I found my self still alone with another note,
'Saw you where sleeping we'll be back with cough drops,' I lifted it lazily,
"Yeah in two days, " I snarked, but wouldn't let a 'warm' day like this go to waste so I ate a peanutbutter sandwhich and headed back up the stairs to take a shower. I shuffled into the bathroom across my room and turned on the searing hot water that imedeately sent steam to fog the mirror and warm the room. I shed my layers and layers of sweaters and attempted to brush out a few of the knots. When a few stayed, but most where softened curls, I stepped into the scoulding water. It was warm and I clinged to it, not letting any of m frozen flesh to leave its shadow. It burned my skin a bright lively red hat made me smile as it stung so, well, good. I turned it off and stood still, I flinched at the bitter nip of cold air that prick my skin once again. I cursed softly my eyes closed and I parted my lips just as softly. I breathed in the evaporating heat as it ceased to linger for long. Quickly i fumbled out of the shower catching myself on the edge of the counter with my hand, I was tangled in the red shower curtens water dripping off my hair, my legs twisted. I let out a shriek as I slipped off the counter, but I didn't hit the floor. His arms where cold, whispy, and hard. I held my breath when I looked up to see him, I let out a scream. He dropped me and jumped back. I hit the floor with a thud, but imedeately I scrambled back and continued to yell at him,
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" I flipped out, I covered my legs and shoulders by pulling up the matt letting me sit on the freezing tile floors. He closed the door and I swear sat there on the other side. I just sat there petrified, froze, shaking. I quickly wrapped my towel on snugly, whipped my hair up in another, and pulled ou the hair drier that sat under the sink. I snuck slowly to the door holding the blow drier like a gun, and opened the door. He sat by the stairs on his phone,
"Yeah Dan I'm here-No! She's awake. How's the-ok, ok. Alright, bye Dan," he said hanging up and turned around. I gripped the hair dryer like gun and widened my eyes,
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" I demanded he started laughing and blushing,
"Calm down miss, I'm just here because Dan asked for me to make sure your stuff arrived safely," he said his dusty blonde hair falling infront of his eyes, he looked to be just a bit older then me, 19 maybe. I let out a shrill of rage,
"Stay right there," I said as I backed into my closet of a room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I called my mom,
"Hey, honey you're up! Did Kyle come to the house yet?" her voice light and cruel. I growled and hung up. I then threw on what ever I could find in a few second, shit, I was wearing a black tank top, a bright red bra, and jeans. I am so not this whory! i put on the first sweat shirt i could find regaining my dignaty and I walk out,
"Hey! Yeah sorry, I-" I began, but turns out he had the same thought. His sandy blonde hair sat around his tan face. Not Scottish- I KNEW IT! I knew that accent! "I can understand you! You're american!" I cried out making him laugh even harder. He caught his breath and nodded,
"Hi, I'm Kyle, American helping American," he said extending a hand to shake. i smiled and shook hands, after that Marty waddled up and stuck his nose inbetween us. "Aw! It's a doggy!" he smiled playing with Martys chops.
Boom. Friendship born
