Barefoot
A/N: I randomly came up with this idea for a story, while sitting there with no shoes on. Also since I have started this story a few days ago, it was under correction. By my tutor. And my friend may be reading this. *Waves* HIIII! This is weird now…
Disclaimer: LALALLALALLALLALALAL I don't own house of Anubis lalala….
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The day was going slow, just like the weather. It would eventually be the same thing as Patricia's mood. The prom ended the other night, and so did the mystery. Patricia believed that she was once again friendless. Why you may ask? Joy came back, but she seems to be talking more to Mara, Nina, or Amber. Even worse, she was talking to Jerome.
The quarter was filled with ups and downs, like being kidnapped. Or as Alfie called it, 'patnapped'. Normally Patricia would laugh, or just tell him it was a stupid idea. She just shrugs and leaves. Alfie was more of a friend ever since Jerome ditched him for Mara. She knew for a fact that what Amber called 'Jara' would have no chance. Besides that, she lost her best friend. The same day that she just got 'Foy' together.
She had him stop believing aliens were real, and also that Justin Bieber was not one either. And Alfie helped her stop thinking about the crummy old ware house. Patricia still remembers how it looked. How Rufus betrayed her. Everyone seemed to betray her.
Patricia tapped on the windowsill, watching the rain come down. Thunder roared across the sky, followed by the lightning. The day was like this, when she had come to Anubis house. Though she was much younger then she is now.
"Patricia, it is time to eat!" Trudy's voice rang from downstairs. She hesitantly got up from the chair, and took one last look out the window.
"Maybe, I should tell them." She whispered remembering the memories. Patricia walked downstairs, to see the usual fight. She would sit down at her usual place, but Joy took her spot. Patricia dragged up a chair and sat down next to Mick, who was stuffing his face.
"Pig." She rolled her eyes, and started eating her pasta. She couldn't keep her eyes away from the window, and Trudy noticed. She remembered, that exactly 8 years ago (Meaning Patricia was 8, and now she is 16) she had came to this house.
"Has it really been 8 years?" Trudy asked her. Everyone but Patricia, Joy (who Patricia had told her journey to) and Trudy looked confused.
"Why did it get so… strange all of a sudden?" Amber piped up. All eyes were on Patricia now.
"Uhh… it's just… it's just… hard… to explain." Patricia was trying to gather all of the right words. Thunder rumbled, making the silence more awkward.
"I smell drama." Alfie leaned back into his chair, waiting to hear the story.
"Lets just say that my parents were loving, but they needed some help." Patricia sighed.
"So can you tell us the story?" Jerome asked.
"I guess if we have, time. But I have to tell you. It is really long." Patricia looked down at the floor.
"How about after dinner." Nina suggested. Everyone (Not including Patricia) agreed to that. And then Patricia knew that this would be the LONGEST night of her life.