TT: why herro.
HK: can you explain to me why you keep greeting people like that? *looks to the side, doesn't see TT, then looks up at ceiling, seeing TT upside down* WHAT THE FU-
TT: SHHH! YOU'LL WAKE THEM!
HK: WAKE WHO?
TT: THEY ARE EVERYWHERE... YET NOWHERE...
HK: WHAT IN HADES ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Disclaimer: we do not own SF. D:
The confusion and utter frustration rang through my head, as if Metallica was performing a concert in her brain. I reached my two fingers up to my temple and the sheer coldness from my hand spread throughout my teenage body. I was hoping my constant groaning and whining would catch the attention of the two adults bickering ever-so-loudly in the living room, or would at least drone out the screaming.
But alas, the noise continued on. Maybe, just maybe, one of the neighbors would get annoyed – not as much as me, but just enough – and call the police to end this war. I'd rather have the cops handcuff the couple and drag them out of the house by their shirts then to suffer through their verbal swings.
"Well maybe if you actually cared, you'd feel differently!" my father, pacing from the television to the kitchen door, over and over, yelled at my mother. His hand swiped from his hip to his head, the light from the ceiling bouncing off of his bald scalp.
"Oh, don't turn this around on me!" my very angry mother counter-attacked. She reeked of annoyance and I could tell from her voice that she wanted this to end just as badly as I did. If only my dad could read our minds and shut his mouth. I knew anyone passing by my house would feel the negative vibes and wanna run and hide, like I did right now. Even people in their cars – not even the moving vehicle and rolled-up windows could surpass the noisy havoc.
I twisted my head over to my brother who, in fact, couldn't tolerate the arguing any longer. I saw by his body language and just looking into his amber eyes that he was about to freaking explode.
"James?" I poked his medium-sized chest. His muscles were tensed; probably out of anger. "You wanna take a walk or something?" I pleaded with my eyes.
"Definitely more than you do," he grabbed me by the wrist and led me outside. A feeling of relief swept over me as the fresh air hit my semi-tanned face. Yet the noise followed us. My Converse sneakers thudded against the road, in step with James, until the noise carried on no more.
"Thank god," I lowered myself onto the grass that led into the woods. I had always enjoyed having a little patch of woods, right there, right down the street from her. It gave me, my brother, and my best friend Abigail a place to escape. Just the sweet serenity of the trees and the quiet bird songs made it so peaceful; enchanting. The Enchanted Forest. James joined her on the grass.
"How long do you think this time?" he asked me, resting his arm on his knee. His Reeboks just barely kissed the edge of the road.
I knew exactly what he meant, considering he asked it every time we had to run away like this. He was asking how long I would guess it would be until our father would call, "worried sick" as he would put it. But I knew that he really didn't give less of a damn. "I would say... I don't know. And I don't care, either. Just give it a few minutes." My vision trailed over to my brother, who lightly tossed his phone from hand to hand, caught up in his own little world. Not that it surprised me. I just wish I could just channel myself the way he did, go into a little world of my own. "Cause it could not be any worse then the world she lived in now.
Suddenly James's phone chirped in mid-air. Here we go, I thought. He caught the phone in his left hand and clicked the little green button.
"Yeah, we're coming." He sighed, without even greeting the caller. Not that we didn't know who it was. I stood up, leveling myself on both feet so I wouldn't just fall backwards. Why was I so light-headed all the time? I have not the slightest idea. Maybe I just adjusted to all of the migraines. My sneakers made the thudding noise again until we reached the front door, knowing that right when I twist the knob, a giant angry man is gonna beat us with his giant angry words. James did the honors.
No blow came at us.
Instead, he calmly gestured me and my older sibling over towards the dining table. "We need to talk."
Weneedtotalk. God, just the words scared the living hell out of me. What did they want this time? Reading my mother's sympathetic expression that remained plastered on her young-looking face gave me the hint that it wasn't good news.
"Now," my dad began, pacing once again. Goddamnit,quitpacing! "You two run off way too much."
"Dad, just get on with it and punish us already. Send us to our rooms in that pissy 'I'm-disappointed-in-you,-son' way of yours and we'll all just get on with our lives." James said shortly. He'd always been the one to speak up; he's the typical strong, protective older brother.
My mother had sighed. "I'm so sorry we keep doing this to you two. I know you just wanna enjoy your summer." She placed a caring hand on top of mine, and her love seemed to warm up my entire body and send my brain a message that she really did care. Her dad, on the other hand...
"What's your point?" I asked my parents. My dad let out a big breath, and I prepared myself for the worse. Pleasedon'ttellmeyou'regonnagroundmeandtrapmeinthishousetheentiresummer.Justtellmemyhamsterexplodedorsomething.Please...
"We signed you two up for summer camp."
Are you frigging kidding me?
"Are you friggin' kidding!" James yelled and stood up, as if reading my mind. "What about Trin?"
Trin, or Trinity, was James's girlfriend, who's he's been with for months now. I had never really liked Trinity... there's just something about her that gives me the chills. Now the creeped-out chills, but the nervous chills. I had always thought there was something fishy about her. And my parents obviously felt the same way.
"Trinity will survive." My father snapped.
I decided defending my brother. "James is right. I don't wanna go to a stupid summer camp."
"You're gonna love Shadow Falls."
ShadowFalls?"Oh, hell no. Not that creepy-ass cemetery we pass every time we go to Six Flags."
"Its not a cemetery, it's a summer camp." My mother repeated. Yeahmom,Igotthat. She had visited Shadow Falls once. Two words: freak central.
"It'll be good for you." Father stated firmly. He leaned down so his eyes leveled with mine. "You're going. Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." I sighed and slumped down in the hard kitchen seat. James breathed loudly through his teeth, then stormed upstairs, obviously not thrilled about the whole situation. And to be honest, neither was I. I also stomped up into my room, wanting to feel the fluffiness of my pillows, just to think.
And damn it if Shadow Falls wasn't as weird as she thought it would be.