First Bite
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Ch.1
Here I am, in Brooksville, the darkest town you could think of. I moved here after my mother died of a fatal heart attack. I live alone in a shaggy apartment building. I am nine-teen years old, i have surprisingly short red hair with freckles everywhere. I also have emerald eyes, and my mom said i looked complete with them. I picked this place out of all places to live because I thought i needed this dark and quite place to get it together. My dad died in the army when I was six, so my mom was very close to me.
"ugh" I slowly lift my head up to look at the clock, which seems to be to hard to reach, and it says ten-thirty. I over slept, which is becoming a bad habit since my usual wake up time is eight. I sluggishly head to the kitchen to get a bowl of Captain Crunch cereal. I sit down and fall right off my chair 'cause i'm not fully awake yet, and I put a hole in my pajama because of a wood chip on my chair. I cautiously go back to my small bedroom to put on jeans and a tank-top. I come back to my cereal, which is becoming soggy, and sit down properly. I grab my mp3 that's sitting behind the vase and listen to Brittany Spears. When i look at my bowl it's a soggy mess, I look at the stove clock and it says eleven. I must have dozed off listening to her.
I dumped my cereal down the disposal, and put on a wool sweater and sneakers to go for a walk outside. As I walk down the steps of my third floor apartment I hear a lot of racket coming from apt. 208,where the old couple lived, I saw them carry in groceries the day I moved in, and they looked at me weirdly. I heard pots and pans banning together, i thought for a moment, my mom once told me that her mom would do that when she talked to her on the phone when she was fed up with talking to her(my grandma didn't want to be rude).
I shrug off what the couple was doing and continue my journey down the stairs. But then, I was starting to remember my mom and how she would "have fun". I was getting so caught up in my thoughts I tripped putting my foot on the bottom of the stairs, thinking there were more steps there. I got up and brushed it off like anything else i do, and reach the lobby. Where I was greeted by the door man, "How are ya, Aya?" he asked cheerfully.
"The usual," I reply. I think on not replying the rest, depressed, lonley, needy for a walk, ect. I head out the doors into the cool weather, damp air, and storm clouds, perfect for my mood. I walk down the sidewalk of the almost vacant street, heading to the woods for the daily walk. As i reach the woods where the trail begins, something inside me tells me not to go into the massive woods.
Authors Note: I'm sorry this chapter is so short but, further chapters will be longer, I always like to think ahead so it's easier in my opinion. Please review honestly! Cherry Top Out!