"Your house is so cool," a teenage girl said from the back seat of the sedan. She pulled her hair behind her ear to get a better look of the house.
"You've been here times before," her friend teased as the car stopped. The two opened the doors and slid out.
"It doesn't make it any less beautiful, Gretchen," the other girl said in response while looking at the house. She looked up and saw a window in the atica of the ouse. The full moon hit the room just right that something reflected in the room. "Hey, Gretchen, what's in that room up there?"
"I don't know," Gretchen responded. "It's hard to get in the attic, ya know, but you can't even get to that room from the attic or the attic stairwell. Now help me get your stuff inside." Her blonde hair swung around her features as she turned back to the car.
The two girls brought in the normal sleep-over necessities. The set the items down in the living room to the right of the front door. The stairs were left of the front door only, a few more feet in.
"What would you girls like for dinner?" Gretchen's mom, Lynda, asked from the kitchen. The two girls walked into the dim hallway to the kitchen, the only room that had a light on.
"Mom, you don't need to make us anything after you just drove us," Gretchen said as the two girls stepped into the light. Lynda has short, shaggy tomato red hair that shimmied around her as she swayed. Her eyes were kind, soulful, and dark brown. They danced with amusement most of the time.
"I would like pizza or Italian," the only brunette in the room murmur, "but I can make it." The two other women in the room turned to look at her.
Lynda looked slightly shocked. "Dear, I would be a horrible hostess if I let you cook!" Lynda scolded.
"Sorry," the brunette said, blushing slightly.
"It's alright dear," Lynda laughed. "Now you two get, and I'll heat up the pizzas," she made shooing motions with her hands as she spoke.
The two girls scampered out of the room. Gretchen stopped at the stairs. "I'm gonna get my stuff, okay?" she announced. Her friend nodded. The blonde bounced up the stairs to her room.
The brunette walked into the living and flicked on the light. She walked over to her stuff and spread out her bedding in front of the T.V. She walked over to the DVD collection to find the movies they would watch tonight. After picking out a few movies, one romantic comedy, an action movie, and a drama, she laid down on her sleeping bag.
Soon Gretchen came down with a sleeping bag and pillows. She scanned over the movies that her friend had spread out by the DVD player a few feet from them. "What? Why only one romantic comedy?" Gretchen asked mock-shocked.
"Because I hate them," the brunette stated simply.
"You are an odd one. Even your name is odd. Ana Velda Maria Aireia." Gretchen said. They both knew that she was joking. Gretchen's brown eyes, just like her mother's, twinkled with humor.
"Before you even start on my name, stop," Ana Velda said. Her tone was teasing, but she was serious. Ana Velda loved her name; it was an old family name she was blessed to have. No one else had it either. She was very proud of her family, they were interesting people, to say the least. She smiled as she reached up to grab the locket that hung around her neck. The locket was in the shape of a heart, but when it opened, on the left side of the heart was a pentagram. The locket and chain were made of silver.
"Fine then! Your eyes are weird. They are like a red brown with random green streaks in them," Gretchen ranted on. Ana continued laying on her sleeping bag and looking out the window at the moon. She knew Gretchen was teasing, but she also knew that she had low self-esteem. Because of that Ana Velda let Gretchen say whatever she wanted to her. She was almost like Angela in American Beauty. Ana Velda held back a laugh, they were nothing alike in the way they act, but it was the self-confidence, and appearance that was the character resemblance.
Ana Velda sighs then says, "Okay! Anymore and I think I might just hurt…you." Gretchen bursts out laughing. "You honestly thought I was going to say me?" Ana smirks.
"Well I thought, you were going to take your insecurities on yourself."
Before Ana Velda got a word in, a scarcastic remake about her and American Beauty Lynda called out, "The pizza is ready."
The two teens jumped up and ran into the kitchen where the pizza was already cut up and on the table. The three women sat around the circular table and ate the pizza.
"Ana, where did you get the necklace?" Lynda asked breaking the silence.
"Oh! It's just a family heirloom," Ana Velda said as she touched the locket.
"It's very beautiful."
"Thank you," Ana said as she nodded. The threesome continued eating and kept a light conversation going.
When they were finished Gretchen brought up an idea, "I think we should play hide-n-seek!"
"But there is only two players," Ana stated, "It's not a lot of fun with only two."
Gretchen rolled her eyes. "We can play with two, ya know, one hides and one seeks. In this old house, it should be interesting. Nothing is off limits." Gretchen said the last sentence conspiratorially.
About an hour later we were on our last round of hide-n-seek. Ana Velda was hiding in a closet on the second floor, towards the front of the house. She ran her hands over the paneling, trying to find her way to the very back. She found a groove on the back wall in the left back corner. She felt the groove, which turned out to be the same feel as her necklace.
Ana heard her blonde friend's footsteps and decided to visit the closet after Gretchen fell asleep. The door to the room creaked open and muffled footsteps could be heard coming closer to the closet.
"Hiding in the closet, I see. Does that tell us something?" Gretchen teased as she opened the doors.
"Maybe," Ana smirked. The girls laughed and ran down stairs to start the movies. They laid down and watched the three movies, while talking many things, not excluding the boy that had recently fell in love with Ana.
"I'm tellin' ya, with the way that you act he's the hottest you are going to get," Gretchen said matter-of-factly.
"First off, I don't like him, second what is wrong with me?" Ana Velda asked kind of mad.
"You just have a very intimidating aurora, kinda of a cynic, and you are dressed like an emo or a goth." Gretchen said like these things were poison.
"Michael, the jock, has a crush on me the punk, and everyone is jealous. And none of what you said are true. And I could do way better."
"Whatever," Gretchen said yawning. "Night!"
"Night, Gretchen." Ana waited until, she was fast asleep before she went back to the closet. Once there she quickly found the paneling with the groove. She unclasped her necklace and opened the locker.
Ana put the locket in the groove and pushed. The paneling slid over reveling a small staircase. She pulled her locket out of the indent and put it back around her neck. She took a deep breath a started up the stairs. Something telling her she was meant to do this, and she wouldn't be harmed.
Hi! I finally posted this. I have been meaning to for a while. I plan to continue this if I get enough encouragement. I wrote this really late so I am sorry for mistakes, and I have a problem with tenses, so sorry about that too. This wasn't edited at all. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!