New Type Of World
Sorry I haven't been posting On Your Dorrdtep for a while I'm currently writing it but I've had this idea in my head for like a month and I've been trying to find a good way to peice it together. I actually have a huge plan written down so hopefully this sotry goes well! Enjoy and don't forget to leave a review!
Why did we have to move? Why couldn't my family and I stay in New Orleans. Louisiana is way better than California. I know it may seem better but I can tell all their is are crapy people with crappy lives and a overly expensive house. God, which which reminds me that my family are moving into this gigantic mansion in Hollywood surrounding by other gigantic mansions. What's new? Oh, that's right, my entire life! After leaning my arm against the window seal for probably about half and hour we finally arrive. At least I think we did. I do see tons of mansions everywhere.
"We're here!" My mom announced. I guess that means we are here.
"Finally, I can stretch these beautiful legs of mine." My sister Ariel says hoping out of the car. She takes a long stretching. I unbuckle my belt and get out of the car. I look around.
"Oh, that's great. A creepy old mansion that's probably haunted by the ghosts of the previous owners past." I say. I take in the view of the house. Old vines, bushes, tall trees. The cliche type of creepy old houses.
"Mom, how come this house looks different from all the other houses?" Read right through my mind, Ariel.
"Because this house is the oldest and biggest house in this neighbourhood." My mom answers.
"Seriously? Why so big? Why did we even move to Hollywood in the first place?" I ask.
"I've told you this a million times, honey. I got a great job opportunity. And there are way more opportunities in Hollywood then there ever will be back in New Orleans."
"Like what?"
"Acting gigs."
"You can get acting gigs in New Orleans, mom."
"The singing career that you've always wanted."
"I can get that there too."
"No matter what you say, both of you in fact, nothing you can say will get me to change your mind."
"What of the house was haunted?"
"It's not haunted. Now bring your bags inside."
"Pick your room. You snooze you lose." Ariel says running inside with her bags. She's always been the fastest one in the family. I could swear she had magical powers of something. As I walk behind her I could swear her luggage floated at least two inches off the ground for a few seconds. I ignore it and take in the view of the inside of the mansion.
There's a large spiral staircase in the middle of a tall room. A hallway to the left and a hallway to the right going past the stairwell. I walk up the stairs and there's another long hallway. I walk past the first door to see a giant room. A queen bed, old dresser and nothing else really. I see Ariel setting herself on the bed. Looks like this is her room.
I walk past a few doors to get to the end of the hallway. For some strange reason I felt like I was being called towards this room. I turn to look inside to see a queen size bed, it looks rather old. A dusty, ancient dresser. The wood flooring was surprisingly perfect with no dents or chips. I set my bags and luggage on the bed and start putting away all my clothes. This house was inherited by my great grandmother from her passing late last year.
After, what feels like an hour, I'm finished putting away all my clothes. I head to my sisters room and she instantly looks at me the moment I come around the corner.
"How did you know I was here. I never made one inch of a sound." I say surprised.
"I...I don't know, actually." She seems surprised herself. "It was just a sense I guess. You know how sisters are connected for some reason."
"I thought that was twins."
"Well, it could also be with non twins as well."
"Maybe." I laugh at the conversation we are talking about. "You know how ridiculous our conversations are?"
"Very."
We head downstairs and check out the place. It's very large. "There is so much room in this house."
"Yeah, it's going to be hard to getting use to."
"Don't be afraid of a little space my darlings." My mom comes into the living room.
"New city and you're still using the word 'darlings'?" I ask.
"Yeah, mom, you watch too much Charmed on Netflix." Ariel says.
"I do not. I find it very interesting, that's all."
"I hope that you do know, mom, that witches are not real." I say.
"Oh, Ally, I defiantly know witches aren't real. But what about the powers?"
"Witches are people with powers which don't exist."
"What if they were called something else?"
"Mom, just drop it. Magic is not real and witches aren't either." Ariel says.
"I know. I'm just playing around."
About an hour later I go back up to my room and lay on my bed. I look at the ceiling thinking about what my new life is going to be like. Should I tell people that I'm a performer? Or should I stick out and lie saying that I'm not like other people. Why would I lie. I'm from New Orleans. People will automatically expect that I'm a brilliant dancer and singer. I used to be horrid at dancing before I took lessons. Singing just came natural to me.
After a lot lore thinking going into several to hundreds of directions I notice a crack in he ceiling. I squint carefully at it. I stand up on my bed and try and open the square in the ceiling. I try as hard as I could to open it. "Ariel! Get in here!" I call her.
She comes around the corner quickly, "What do you want?"
"Help me open this up."
"What are you doing?" She crosses her arms looking up at me.
"Trying to open up this. Would you like to help me?"
"If it won't open I'm sure it's not a means to be open at all in the first place."
"Just help me already." She sighs and stands on the bed and it opens almost instantly when her hand touched the square. A small latter falls down and Ariel and I look at each other confused. She starts to climb it. "Wait, what are you doing?"
"You just begged me to help you open this up. You expect me not to go in?"
"What if it's dangerous?"
She rolls her eyes and starts climbing while I follow underneath her. We get up to the top. We look around to see a whole bunch of boxes. "It's just a waste of space with tons of empty boxes."
Ariel walks up to box looking mesmerized. "You okay? It's just some plain boxes."
"No. This one says Dawson on it."
"Maybe it's just great grandmas box of something a while ago."
She walks closer to it. This box is probably the size of a regular human. "Whoa. Did you see that?"
I turn to face her. "See what?"
She doesn't look at me, "I swear I saw a sparkle and then I think I saw..." I hear a swooshing sound from behind me as she stopped talking. I turn around and find her completely done.
"Ariel?" I call out quietly. "Ariel?" I walk up to the box. How could she just disappear from mid air? I was about to push the box down when I suddenly feeling a tingling sensation and then I see colours. Not just any colours but colours of a different kind of land.
I hear a peaceful woman's voice from behind me, "Welcome Ally."