It's been 9 years and I could still remember everything that happened like it was just yesterday. I still couldn't believe that he had stopped writing, yet I didn't actually care about anymore. A lot has happened in the previous years, I had a sibling, named Austin. My mother was actually 2 months pregnant in my 9th birthday. Austin, was the opposite of me. Put both of us in a party and he would be the center of attention. I, however, would just be a wallflower, observing everyone's movement. He was a rebellious child. Whatever wrong he does, I take the blame for it. It was a horrendous curse I had to live with but at least now they won't have to bug me anymore since I am the oldest.
Yes, for once, my mom has been letting me go out of the house. My curfew was 8 in the evening, but I never really notice it since I always get back home by 7.
We also have a cat; persian, named Texas. My mom had a little joke about it. Texas would always follow Austin around, and whenever my mom sees both of them, she'd say "Austin, Texas!" and she would just laugh about it, and get back to her own business. It was funny on the first three days, but after a while, it gets pretty bothersome since Texas always follows Austin around. Sometimes me & Austin would plan on giving the cat away, just for the sake of not hearing those two names together again.
I also got a boyfriend. Just Kidding. Public school never worked me, actually. I was homeschooled ever since. Maybe that's why I am the wallflower of every party. I was always the "bullied one" back in my school. When they found out that I believed in such fantasies, they never stopped teasing me about it; this was back in 3rd grade. I found it pretty sad that 9-year olds would stop believing in "such fantasies" and start preparing into becoming adults. They stop using their right brain and started worrying about their looks and all that. How peculiar for such a young age, right?
All the bullying made me lose focus on my academics. I started failing everything, even Physical Education, which is pretty weird because, that was the only subject that I got an A+ on. So when I got homeschooled, I got better since nobody bullied me. And I was top 1 in my class, then again I am homeschooled and I was the only student there. Ha-ha.
I never got to experience prom though. Which was kinda sad. When my friends from my old school had prom, all I could see on their updates were how awesome prom was, or that they couldn't be any luckier to get to go to prom even if it wasn't the most "luxurious" prom ever. I got jealous. So my mom made me go back to a public school just for one year, to see if I was ready to get back on my feet, but it was a different school, not my old one.
Everyone was so friendly there, I made new friends, but I was still a wallflower. The classrooms were well-cleaned, the school staff weren't mean, I was beginning to like this place. But somehow, I couldn't still get focused on what the teacher was lecturing.
My seat was always near the window, and everytime during lectures, I always get the feeling that somebody is watching me. As if it was observing what I was doing, sort of what I would do in parties. But whenever I look at the window, there seems to be no one there.
I would always get this feeling everyday until one night, just before I go to bed. I heard a queer sound. It's as if someone was in my room! Duh. It was a tinkling sound, the sound was downright jolly. I began searching for it. It wasn't under my bed, nor in my closet. It was already 11 in the evening and I was extremely sleepy, and I get easily annoyed when I get sleepy. So that ringing sound was absolutely pissing me off.
The sound had no rhythm, or beat. It seems like it was coming from someone who was struggling on its way out.
After an hour, I finally found where the sound was coming from---MY TRASHCAN.
I got creeped out. My trash can was full of crumpled paper and you can see the crumpled paper moving, as if something beneath it was wrestling its way out. Could it be a rat with a bell on wrapped around its neck? But that would be weird since none of my family members are fans of rodents. Or could it be just an alarm clock? But if it were an alarm clock, the ringing sound would be repetitive, and the sound would sometimes get too soft or loud, and it would stop at times. There was only one way to find out.
I started digging the trash can. Finding contents that I shouldn't have thrown away. At the bottom of the trash can, I saw an elf, trying to sleep, but couldn't, probably because of all the trash I throw. An elf?! In my room?! When did that happen?! I stopped myself from screaming and the elf heard me. It was the most creepy thing I've ever seen. It looks quite familiar though. Where have I seen this elf before?
Soon enough it starts scolding me that I shouldn't be distubring him--her--it. I was frozen, shocked. Why was there suddenly an elf in my room? Numerous thoughts began entering my mind as the elf jumps into my bed and plans on sleeping there instead for the rest of the night.
Alright, things were getting too strange right now. What next? A portal suddenly appears?
Be careful what you wish for...
Yup, a portal appears. This is getting stranger than I thought. I hid in my closet, leaving it half-open to so I can peek. A big furry creature suddenly comes out of the portal and searches my room for something. I didn't know what but I held my breath, hoping it wouldn't see or detect that I'm here. It suddenly grabs a bunch of my books and puts it in the sack he was carrying. That jerk!! It began searching for another thing, and I hope it doesn't steal any of my clothes or else he's gonna go back home with a black eye. While it was distracted, I stealthfully try to retrieve some of my stuff back. The sack was too big and dark, so I couldn't see where my books are. I had to go deeper inside and scavenge for it. There were other books in store here, so it took me a while to find it.
All of a sudden, I hear him throw another object and he closes the sack and it feels like he carries it on his shoulder, I became claustrophobic for a minute there. I felt like a rat in a birdcage. The way that creature carries the sack was a bit weird though. His journey to wherever he was going was bumpy. Thus, I now have new bruises and small wounds on my arms because of the sharp pointy books that were landing on me.
I heard a familiar sound. That annoying tinkling sound that took me hours to find. The elf! The elf was also with me! Did that creature came back to retrieve the elf? Soon after my realization, I was floating since I was tumbling around the huge sack in my jammies. This was getting too weird.
The creature then dropped the sack, unfortunately, after that anti-gravity thing stopped, I was the first to land, so all of the sharp pointy---DEADLY books fell on me, again.
Trying to keep my cool because I was extremely tired, someone, thankfully, opened the sack.
The cold fresh air entered the sack and I was able to breathe properly. You could not believe how thankful I was to be able to inhale and exhale. I was like a thirsty person being able to drink gallons of water after months.
I inhaled as much as I could, thinking maybe they'll close the sack again, when I heard someone speak in a peculiar accent.
"So... Were you able to get it back?"
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Super sorry for the short chapter! I'm studying for my finals right now lol
Anyways I promise I'll make the next chapter longer. I'm already starting it as you read this haha
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