I haven't written for a while so I'm a little rusty. Changed the whole thing if necessary! XD
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I rubbed my eyes, still half-asleep from the long car ride. It felt as if home was ages away. In a way it was, but not as far away as I hoped. I was in Florida about seven hours ago. The only place I knew as home, a place I wanted to move away from as soon as possible. There were these people, these things that always seemed to be around. I always felt I was being watched from everywhere, everything.
I entered my new home, hoping that I will not be meeting any things here. Oblivious to the fully furnished rooms, I made my way up the carpeted stairs and into a pale green room.
Guess this will have to do. I thought as I slowly lowered myself to the floor, curled up into a ball and fell asleep…right next to a bed.
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Hands shook me awake and continued to until I jumped onto my feet, definitely cranky.
“Eliza, you should know better! There is a bed right next to you and here I find you on the floor!” my mother scolded, as if I was still five. Usually, I would have yelled at her, to stop treating me like a child. Instead, I turned my head to stare stupidly at the bed. The covers matched the walls, almost blending in.
“Oh…” was all I said. My mother just threw her hands up in the air before walking out and back down the stairs. I slowly pulled back the covers, enjoying the swoosh sound as the sheets wrinkled up. Without any reason, I pulled off the covers violently and let it slip from my hands, onto the floor. The bed was bare and that was how I liked it in the summers.
Laying in the fresh covers slowly lulled me to sleep. I was still somewhat awake when I heard a noise from somewhere downstairs. I ignored it for a while as it awakened me even more. With a groan, I pealed myself of my bed and loudly clumped down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I listened for the sound. It had suddenly stopped. I waited a little more, waiting for it to come back, but it never did. Suddenly, the door to my right opened causing me to let out a short scream. I stared at my mother’s startled face with some relief. Her expression quickly changed into a disapproving look. I mentally groaned.
“What are you doing up in the middle of the night?” my mother asked as she put her hands on her hips.
“I thought I heard something,” I answered shrugging my shoulders. My mother sighed before shooing me back to bed. Once I wake up, I never was able to go back to bed. I roamed my new room even though there was barely anything to look at. Trying to go back to sleep will be a waste of time. I sighed, slouching. Suddenly, I straightened my back when I heard the same noises again. I froze, listening intently, trying to pin point from around where it was coming from. I knew it was downstairs, but it sounded far and faint. It was probably coming from past my parent’s room. This time, I slowly and carefully crept down the stairs. I tip toed past my parent’s door and down the hallway. I suddenly spotted a light, coming from the left corner. The noise was louder now. It sounded of wrappers crumpling and chewing. I took a slow and quiet deep breath before I jumped out and found myself facing a kitchen. The refrigerator was wide-open, lighting half of the kitchen. The noises stopped abruptly and I spotted figures squatting on the floor. They were still for a moment before they started to rise. I quickly scrambled for the light switch on the wall closest to me, hoping I would find it there. When I found it, I flicked it on and light flooded the kitchen. I squinted my eyes at the sudden brightness. Remembering the figures, I opened my eyes wide, tearing at the attempt. A boy and a girl stared back at me. They were about my age with light traces of dirt smeared on the faces. The girl was petite and thin, probably from the lack of food. Her striking blue eyes studied me carefully, seeming a little frightened. She tugged on one of her braids and looked up at the boy then glanced back at me. My gaze slowly trailed to the boy and my eyes locked with his pale green eyes. His long strands of brown hair framed his face nicely even if it was entirely messy. We all stared at each other endlessly, neither of us knowing what to say or do.
“W-who a-are you?” I managed to stutter out. The girl smiled slowly, amused. The boy chuckled. I glanced back and forth between them. They just smiled at me, which started to get a little creepy.
“Well are you going to answer…” I trailed off as I spotted small blue horns sticking out from the blond hair of the girl. The boy followed my gaze and I felt him frown. The girl quickly looked up at him, seeming to realize something. Then in a blink, the blue horns were gone.
Wow, I must be seeing things, I thought as I rubbed my eyes, getting the last of the sleep out.
“I’m…Harry,” the boy replied smirking. I wonder why…
“And I am Gwen,” the girl sang as a high giggle followed. They looked at each other in accord, smiling as if there was a hidden joke to their words.
“And I’m Eliza,” I added uncertainly. Their heads snapped back to me. I took a step back at their sudden movement.
“Well, welcome Eliza,” Gwen said, in almost a whisper.
“Welcome? This is my house. What are you doing here?” I asked snapping back into my cranky attitude. They just looked at each other, ignoring my question. I sighed.
“Can you guys just get out before I call the police?” They stared at me, obviously puzzled.
“I’m not a man,” Gwen scoffed, clearly offended.
“And I never said you were,” I shot back.
“But you said guy. A guy is a man,”
“Sheesh, have you been living in a cave or what?” I scowled. Gwen opened her mouth, but Harry quickly nudged her and her mouth clamped shut.
“Good girl,” I said sarcastically. Gwen glared dangerously as I rolled my eyes.
“Now out,” I demanded. Gwen curtsied without meeting my eye as Harry bowed. I almost howled in laughter, but I managed to keep it in.
“What was that for?” I asked. Instead of answering, they quickly walked down the hall. I watched them open the door quietly and run out into the night.
Freaks, I thought.
