This boy. He looked pale. Really pale. He had on a frosty blue hoodie with no zipper,really old,and beaten up pants with a poorly trim at the bottom,and that snow white hair...
You're kidding,right?
Is he serious?He doesn't exactly look like the type of guy who would plan a burglary. Next to him in the palm of his hand lay a sharp and rough looking wooden staff,with a curly top.
Who is this guy?I thought.
Doesn't matter anyway,he crept into our household with out permission,and in the middle of the night yet. This guy deserved to be taken out with the trash. I glanced at him again. His facial features are soft,and round. He's very skinny,and his legs are extremely long. Guess he doesn't eat much. Then,my eyes landed on his hair.
Wow,that hair boy...
So spiky from the looks of it. But,when you touch it,its actually completely spike-free. It feels like I'm touching cotton balls...I thought smiling. Then again,now's not the time or place to be doing this kind of thing.
One eye pops open. Then,the next one,he blinks for a second and finally opens them completely. His eyes shocked me,so of course I gasped because I was scared,I'll admit.
AUTOMATIC REACTION:HITS HIM ACROSS THE HEAD WITH HIS OWN STAFF.
"OW!"he shouted."Stop hitting me!"He snatched it away from me,rudely.
"W-Well,what are you doing here?And WHO are you?!"I screamed back,petrified.
"First of all,shut up!"He shushed me,with a finger at his lip. I jerked back,my knee's knocking. This guy isn't as sweet as he looked.
"Second,I'm not an intruder,I promise you that."He said with a sigh,rubbing the back of his head where I'd hit him.
Twice. I'm so awesome.
"Actually..."he said rubbing his chin,with a grin on his pale white face."I think you might recognize me."Recognize him?I haven't even met the guy. If I met him,I'd definitely remember him,because he's a real cutie. Then again though,he does look a little familiar,with those frost sparkly blue eyes of his...
Hmm,frosty...
"How about you just go back upstairs,and get some rest,huh?"he said nudging me by my back. Not very convincing after just witnessing a burglar-
Well...a home invasion,or...something...why's it suddenly so cold?
"Hey-"as my head spins,I see nothing but emptiness in the giant,open and hollow living room,where he was once standing.
Did he...disappear?That little...
I can't wait 'till morning,I'm gonna tell mom all about this. I thought to myself as I walked up the stairs still feeling the cold shoulder I just had gotten.
Okay,I'd forgotten to tell you about her. This girl's name is Pamera Jay Lopez. She's 14 years-old and loves literature. And...I'm still developing her,so please stay with me on this story. The only reason I deleted my last story was because I lost my confidence,but now I'm completely focused and I'm gonna make sure each chapter of this story is very funny,and thrilling. So,thanks for taking the time to read this story I'm developing,and I hope you keep enjoying it!:)