The No Life King
I sat there. I stared at the rusty dusty bolted door in front of me. It was dark in my basement; my eyes refused to adjust. So I was thinking that I should put more lights down here. However, I don't think he would like that. 'He' said he would wake up today: October 31st, 2013. It's my birthday. It doesn't seem like he's up, so I guess I should wait till the night when he's at his best.
So, here I am, staring at this big old door in my really dark and really cold basement. There is a spider's web entwined around the knob. Maybe I should ask the spider if he knows if he's up yet. Or maybe…
"Charlye!" My Aunt's abrupt call interrupted my thoughts and I stood to face her scowling face poking through the entrance.
"What?" I said answered flatly as I walked past her.
"You know you shouldn't be –"she began in a greasy tone.
"Please, it's none of your business."
"Your father…"
"…Doesn't need to know." But of course he knew. He knew everything. I marched out of there before the conversation could go any further. I'd check on him later.
Being outside felt nice; I felt the chilling wind tickle my cheeks and then the dry sunlight would warm them again. When I walked there was crunching at my feet and I paused to look at the sea of crispy leaves at my sneakers. I enjoyed the moment for a few seconds until –
"Naucht, naucht[1]!" Cidny seemed to appear from nowhere as she flailed her arms everywhere and rambled in her crazy Irish jingle. I waited for her to stop. She looked at me with big brown eyes and crazy red curls flying in the wind.
"English or Italian, Cidny. Pick one and speak it." I said holding up two fingers and wiggling them. She curled my middle finger; the one that represented English.
"Yes! Well, your sister was caught, did you hear? Did you? Huh? Huh?"
"Enlighten me." I folded my arms across my chest as I rolled my eyes. The person she's talking about is not my sister. She's Asher, my Aunt's daughter. Asher makes a habit of doing whatever she wants. Just the other day, she and some other delinquents set the bushes in front the fire station on fire; and that's not even the worst of it. But honestly, I blame the parent.
"Katy walked in on her and the P.E. teacher, Mr. Roy, locking lips and all! Bareback too! And in the storeroom closet!"
Great.
"She's in trouble now." She put a thoughtful finger to her chin, "what do you think your Aunt's going to do?"
"She's not my sister." I mumbled as I walked away. Since she sensed there was something wrong with my mood Cidny did not bother to follow me. I hope I didn't offend her, she is a good friend.
As for myself… I had no idea where I was going. I let my mind wander as far as my feet would take me.
[1] [Irish]: News, news