Winter break has finally come and almost gone. Christmas has passed, I've got a couple of clothes. Yay me. And you probably be thinking how I must be spending my winter break. Hanging out with friends? Hanging out with family. Well it isn't any of those, I've been doing nothing, just spending the whole time using my laptop. But there is one thing on my mind. And I've been worrying about it for sometime. But it's not what you think.
2013
Yeah, you must think I'm kidding. You seriously think the world is going to end in 2013. Well, yes, yes I do. That's why I spent the last few hours of school hugging my friends saying it was nice knowing them. We all did that, even for the 2012 reason. Of course there were people who were joking, and there were people like me, who actually worried it might actual happened. And you must be think, how can I believe in something so... stupid?
I'm into legendary places like Atlantis, Laputa, Agartha, the center of the Earth, you know fictional stuff. And sometimes I like to think that all of it is real. Then it gets me thinking if other are real too. But I try not to think of the religion, and God or Gods kind of stuff. It feels depressing having to think about that stuff. So let me just explain all this 2013 stuff. These scientists read in the Mayan calender that the world will in end in 2013, something like that. And now people are practically running around in panic, stocking up supplies, building bunkers, building a rocket to go to Mars. Okay maybe the last thing didn't happen, but I wanted to actual.
So as the days counted down and my stomach churned at the thought of Armageddon and the world going poof. The thing I didn't know was that last person I would think would help me through this would be none other than the Wyatt Matthews. It started a few days after Christmas during winter break.
"So you got everything taken care of right?" My mom asked me.
"Mmmh." I muttered to my pillow. It was like 8 in the morning and I was never the morning person.
"Autumn. Are you even listening to me?"
I rolled over the the side. "Yes. I heard you, mother." I always say mother in a joking matter, but I usually just call her mom.
"Well lunch is in the oven and make your brother some scrambled eggs."
"Yes, mother. Now go to work."
"Okay bye." And she took off.
Typical day in the Griffin household. She leaves my brother in my care, but he's usually occupied by his iPad or other gadgets, so he's not much trouble. Unless he's demanding for food.
"Autumn!" I heard someone screamed.
Oh how I hate his voice. "What!"
"I'm hungry!"
"Get it yourself!"
"I don't know how!"
"Why do you do this to me!"
"I'm only seven!"
I groaned. I can't expect that much for him to be independent. Even though he learned to talk early and can back talk, at the top of his class, loves to do math, draw and read, he's still annoying as ever. I rolled some more and eventually crashed onto the floor from my bed.
I sighed.
I got up and fixed my bed. Then went to the bathroom and washed my face, brush my teeth, the usual morning routine. I climbed downstairs and headed to the kitchen.
"Morning Adam." I muttered.
He didn't reply. His eyes were glued to his iPad. Usually he watches Minecraft videos where the guys make funny comments and cusses time to time. But he knows he shouldn't say stuff like that himself. He''s a smart kid. Lots of people say he looks like me, with the same black hair. But only our eyes were different, chocolate brown eyes. I came over to him and pinched his cheek.
"Hello? I said hi to you?"
He swatted my hand away. "Hi. I'm hungry."
"Well I'm waiting."
"I want scrambled eggs."
I stood there, crossing my arms.
He rolled his eyes. "Please?"
"Thanks you."
My brother loves my scrambled eggs. And scramble eggs are my specialty since it's the only thing I can make. I want to learn how to cook, but I'm not that motivated as much. And both of my parents know how to cook. It had taken me months, but I have mastered how to cook an egg. I grabbed 2 eggs, cracked them simultaneously then poured it into the bowl. I started to whisk away as I tossed the egg shells in the trash. A pinch of salt and a dash of pepper. I remembered in Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, he showed how to cook scramble eggs while fighting someone. I got out a pan and put a slice of butter and but it on low, my brother likes it when I use butter, not vegetable oil. Then I poured the beat eggs into the pan, then flipped it to a plate.
"Breakfest," I said, "is served."
His eyes were still glued to watching the video and slowly began to eat.
I eyed him, not even recieving a thank you. And when he does, it won't be worth it because I have to remind him.
"Soon you'll grow old and fat from watching TV and I shall laugh at you. Ha ha ha." I said, laughing mockingly.
He didn't reply. I sighed and went to the living room. It's almost 9 so I turned on the TV to watch one of my favorite shows, Bones. After that would be another of my favorite shows, Castle. Then I opened my laptop and typed in the super secret password.
I had lots of ideas on what I wanted to be when I grow up. A vet but I hate injections so doctor is out too. I don't get the whole law thing so I didn't want to be a lawyer, but I like police shows like Criminal Minds and NCIS. Then there was a time when I became a Spider man fan and I wanted to be a photographer, I'm still thinking if it's possible. And I like Bones a lot so I thought maybe I could be a forensic anthropologist, that's the only job my parents agreed I could get. This is what I don't like, all parents think they should be a lawyer, or a doctor. But what they don't see is that we kids, in this generation see more than that. And that's what I hate. Because of all of these things, I want to be a writer, a novelist.
I love to write, ever since I was in 12. I written many stories but never published them. That's when I found this website called Wattpad, and it helped me see that there are many kids like me. They love to read and want to write, and reality or parents won't stop them from changing the world to the literature one. I got into Wattpad to check on my profile, then I went to Facebook.
Yeah I know, Facebook? Really? But it's one of the only ways I can talk with my friends and relatives. But I don't have the guts to connect my Facebook account to my Wattpad one. I just hate to imagine what my friends will say when they read my stories. No one is on Facebook, it is pretty early to most people. Hours past and people slowly began to log on, but no one said hi. I was about to log off to go to Wattpad when someone messaged me.
Hi.
I looked and almost had a heart attack. Wyatt Matthews is messaging. When did I friend him? I never friended him. Holy crap, what should I write back?
Ur probably wondering how I got u as a friend.
He wrote as if reading my mind. Just in case he is, I nodded yes.
I got Luis is to hack into ur account. I suggest u change ur password.
I feel so violated. I quickly changed my password to something much harder. Ha, take that Luis. I just hope he didn't do anything else than friend Wyatt. I checked my wall just to make sure.
Hello? Princess? I'm sorry I had Luis to hack into ur account. If the idiot did something to ur account, I'll punch him 4 u.
I wrote back.
It's okay... I guess.
Oh, okay.
There was an awkward silence between us. He had someone hack into my account and all. I tried to break the silence.
Do you think Luis can show me how to hack into an account?
You want the idiot to show u? Okay, I'll have him do it 4 free.
No!
No?
I mean, if he wants a price for him teaching me. I'l gladly pay a fair price.
I don't think Luis knows wat fair price means.
That made me chuckle. But I didn't want to put LOL to sound lame.
So wyd?
Nothing. Just talking to you.
Oh, right, right.
You have nothing to talk about don't you?
Yes I do.
Which is...
Which is...
Which is...
Okay, I give up. I have nothing to talk about.
Well we can talk about Christmas.
You want to talk about the bearded pedophile who wants kids to sit on his lap as they tell him what they want for Christmas as an excuse for him to sneak into their house?
All of a sudden I don't feel like talking about Christmas.
That's something we can both agree on.
I couldn't help but laugh. Maybe Wyatt isn't all that bad. A few days passed, and it was the usual routine. I wake up with my mom already went to work, I make my brother some breakfest then go to facebook where Wyatt's waiting for me. We talked about everything we can.
What type of music do you like? I asked him.
Hard metal rock, that stuff.
I've actually never heard hard metal before.
Then listen to some some hard metal music.
What kind?
Listen to my favorite song, Slipknot "Black Heart"
I've never heard of hard metal rock, or this band before. But the title of the song seemed pretty nice so I gave it a chance.
Ok, I'l go to Youtube.
Can I have ur number?
My heart just died and it took it a few seconds to start up again. Is he asking me my number, the Wyatt Matthews? He's asking for my number. No one ever asked for my number before, well a guy I mean. Well there were times a guy asked me for my number but only for homework help or what the project for science was.
Uh, what?
Ur number. I want to talk to u.
We are talking, right now.
Princess...
Okay, my number is...
I gave him my number and I heard a familiar ring tone.
"Autumn, the phone!" Adam yelled.
"I know!"
Adam can't find out I'm talking to a guy. He will so tell on mom, the little tattle teller. I raced to the kitchen and grabbed my phone, Adam was watching a video, not caring. I went back to the couch and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" The voice mocked me.
I got irritated. "I don't sound like that!"
Wyatt burst out laughing. "Yeah you do."
"Shut up," I said, laughing to.
"So are you listening to the music?" He asked.
"No, I'm going to Youtube now though."
I went to Youtube and typed in Slipknot - Black Heart lyrics. I clicked on the first video and listened it through my headphones. And it was... disturbing. Most of the time the were mumbling, and then they burst out screaming cuss words. The music was really fast, and the words had no meaning to me. I checked the comments below and lost of people liked it, no dislikes. I'm used to listening to music with cuss words, but it's only like one or two times, not like this screaming saying it every chorus. Finally the song ended, I went back to Wyatt who I can hear him humming to the same song.
"Did you like it?"
"I can say one thing, I'm not into hard metal."
"So it's not your type, huh."
"It was scary, and I think I'm going to have nightmares," I muttered.
He chuckled. "I can't blame you and your poor sense of music."
"Excuse me? I have an awesome soundtrack that could kick your soundtrack's ass."
"As if."
"It's my turn now. Listen to a song I like."
"Okay, hit me."
"All American Rejects "Give You Hell."
"Okay then."
I waited for a few minutes, I heard sounds of shuffling and him typing on the keyboard. Soon I head the music playing, this is one of my favorite songs. I couldn't help but hum along it, it's so catchy. When the song ended, he went back to me.
"Well?"
"I like it."
"Ha!"
"I'm downloading it to my soundtrack now," he told me.
"At least your soundtrack it one song better."
"Don't get too cocky, Princess," he said, "you only won this round."
"With many more to come."
"We'll see."
"Are you scared?" I asked a couple of hours later during our conversation.
"Scared of what?"
"Well, it's a day until 2013. And you know the whole doomsday thing and all..."
"You think the worlds going to end?"
"Well, yeah."
"Why are you so scared of it?"
"Well I don't know. Just the sudden thought of the flaming meteors and earthquakes coming just scares the crap out of me. Doesn't everyone?"
"You got a point there, but you shouldn't worry."
"I shouldn't worry about Armageddon?"
"No listen, you know about the Mayan calender thing. And it says it's going to be the end of the world, right?"
"Yeah."
"They didn't mean it literally. They meant the end of the era, and the start of a new one."
I was silent. I didn't think of it like that. When I think of the Mayan, I think of the gods they worship like the Aztec. And when they said it was the end of the world, I thought they thought their gods would be angry or something. But this sort of makes sense.
"So you understand?" Wyatt asked me.
"Yeah, I guess I feel better now."
"Good."
There was an awkward silence between us.
"So, about the Brooke thing," he started. "Is the deal still on?"
"Yeah." I always keep my promises.
"So have you talked to her or something?"
"Yeah, a bit. Nothing special."
It wasn't a total lie, we texted a couple of times when Wyatt and I weren't on Facebook. But she told me she was going to New York for winter break and I haven't talked to her since.
"Oh. You know, you don't have to do this Autumn."
"No, I gave you my word."
"You're a good friend," He told me.
I couldn't help but smile. "Thanks."
I heard my mom's car pulling up to the driveway.
"I have to go."
"Oh, ok. Goodnight, Princess."
"Goodnight Wyatt."
The next day, it was January 1, 2013 and I was alive. I looked at my alarm clock and saw it was 10:30 a.m. I slept through the whole morning. I sat up and cautiously looked out the window. Everything was normal, like any other day.
I smiled. "That start of a new era."
I opened my Facebook. My whole wall wan't covered with 2013 comments and memes. Everything was covered with random, funny memes and pictures of my friends. I typed in my new status.
I guess we survived this so called "doomsday"! So hooray for everyone! I can't believe those Mayans trying to scare everyone. But someone told me that the Mayan calender really tried to say it was the end of the era, and the start of a new one. And I just want to tell the person... Thanks.
I couple of minutes later I looked at my wall. And you would have never guessed what I saw.
Wyatt Matthews likes this.
My only comment is this, I still have nightmares of that song of Slipknot. Just letting everyone know that. I showed my little brother his part of the book and he threatened to pour his drink on me. Oh little brothers, can't live with them, can't live without them. I also showed him the dedication for him, and he said, "Oh." I told him I will just delete it then, but then he said don't. So cute, yet so annoying,
School, well in the book, will be coming back soon. Sucks to be my characters right now, huh? And at the right is Wyatt Matthews. Hope he looks like the bad boy you imagine.
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