Borley Rectory
I sighed. Now that Izzy and Cameron took off like idiots, I was on my own. Not that that I don't enjoy being alone. I loved it, actually. I had time to think without a hyperactive Izzy and/or a know-it-all Cameron to annoy you. I don't even know if I wanted to find them. Heck, my lives would be easier without them. This is awesome, I get some private time to think about my life! Actually, my time alone is my favorite time of the day, right now I think everything is perfect!
...But like most things, it gets ruined...
"HELP!" I heard Izzy and Cameron scream farther down in the hallway. I was resting in a small (what looked like) a living room. I was in no hurry to rush to their aid. In fact, I was moving slower than usual.
"HHHEEEEEELLPP!" I heard them scream again, this time more frantic. I glanced in their direction. I wasn't saving anybody anytime soon. I gazed warily at my suroundings. They can wait until I'm done snooping around a bit.
"HHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP!" Their third scream was desprate, but I was busy thinking for once. They can wait.
I looked sadly at all of the ruined stuff in the room. Once fancy, soft, comfty, sofas and chairs are now torn and worn down. All the once sleek and clean tables are now stained and broken. All of the cracked, dusty antiques were once fragile, delicate little treasures. This whole scene made me think some more. It reminded me of life, in a way.
You start out as a hyper, excited, person. A child, just as a sofa starts out, fresh. As you grow older, you calm down and settle a little bit more, your a teenager. The sofa starts to wear a little bit, but it's still pretty new. You are now an adult, looking for a job. All the while, you are slowly starting to wrinkle. The sofa is now considered old. Once you get a job, you start to get bored, everyday exactly the same. The sofa has a small tear now. You start to shrink and shrink until you want nothing more than to rest all the time. Now the sofa's tear is noticably big. You retire and now you don't care what happens anymore. You don't bathe, you don't see anyone anyways. You don't wear makeup either. The sofa has been called "unfashionable, an embarresment to your home" so it has been replaced. So have you.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I had to stop thinking thoughts like this. I also had to stop sighing. I'm 15! My sofa is still pretty new.
"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"
I sighed, I guess it's time to save my friends. Wait, I'm supposed to not sigh...