After the rather embarrassing scene of me jumping up and down and trying to climb a tree, a rather tall man came over and knocked my bag down with his cane.

"You shouldn't let your bookbag there fly out of your hands, next time it mind land on someones head." The old man said with a smirk.

I then laughed along and thanked the gracious man for his assistance. Little things people do can actually make you feel a lot better. On the way out of the park the rude man from earlier was yelling at a young woman for supposedly knocking him to the ground. I was considering helping the woman out, but then found with his attitude it would be useless. No one can win against rude people. It's the circle of life. And it wasn't the greatest. The last thing I needed on that day was drama from a psming grumpy man. So I grabbed my bike and peddled home. I now stood in the shower, going through all the events that had taken place in my life. The shadow in the tree, the light, the caterpillar, and my bag dangling from a tree branch. I mean, that doesn't happen to everybody..right?

"Funny how things fall into place." I told myself. After I finally felt like a clean and normal human being I stepped out of the shower and towel dried my hair. The good thing about short hair: No hassle. I then proceeded to my dresser where I found a pair of yellow pj shorts with pink monkeys on them, and a white t-shirt. After all, it wasn't like I needed to dress up anyways. I was staying home tonight, right? Maybe the curiosity was too much..maybe I needed to go back to the park tonight. Sneak out one more time to see if something happens..maybe. They're were too many "maybe's". I mean, what if I didn't come back? What if last night was a warning?

"Who cares?" Another part of me said. Even if it meant getting into great trouble, I wanted to know who..or what, exactly was messing with me. I had no enemies. After Crystal had died..I hadn't really been social. I just wasn't ready to move on. I could feel the tears threatening to spill out even at the thought of her name. I wiped my eyes and glanced at the clock. 2 o' clock it gleamed. Ever notice how Sundays always pass by fast? Thank God school was finally out. Or I might go rather insane. Although it was sad my freshman year was already over, and in just a few months I would begin a new term. And I would be a 15 year old girl. But besides all the growing up talk. (Which is something I would rather avoid). I could feel a nap coming on as the tiredness layed deeply on my eyelids. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. Who could have? The dark was extremely uneasy. And I felt like every shadow was going to attack. But I needed to rest..I needed the energy. I was going back to the park tonight. Regardless of what half of me warned. And this time, I won't be scared so easily.

My phone went off with a loud country song playing in my ear. I rolled over, groaning that the time had passed by so quickly. My eyes felt glued shut and I tried to find the side table at where my phone was located. But instead, I rolled myself right off the bed and onto the floor. The earth felt like it was spinning and everything was dark. I finally regained myself and grabbed the noise. It was mom texting me.

"There's Chinese in the fridge. Your dad got the job, so we're out celebrating. Love you, be back soon."

"Thanks for inviting me." I said to myself.

I thought about sending it in the text message but considering dad might be making some money for once it would be a bad time. I was happy for them though, maybe the fighting would stop. Maybe. I looked at the clock on my phone and said it was 7:05.

"Dang, I was tired."

I practically rolled myself in the bathroom to brush my hair and then downstairs to eat the food. Which, surprisingly was good, for refrigerated takeout. I had to remember to thank my mom later. She was officially forgiven for not taking me. While I was eating I had planned on leaving around 9:30 or 10. Which gave me a good 2 hours for other stuff, I stumbled upstairs with a bag of chips and a cherry soda. And planned on wasting the time away playing games.

It was 8:45 when I had finished playing. I had picked out a new game my mother had bought me when she was saying sorry for all the fighting, and thought a game would be a good way to make up for it. The name of the game was hard to pronounce. But it had to do with a zombie apocalypse breaking out. I actually found it quite enjoyable. And it passed the time by quickly. My dad had texted me somewhere in the middle of it saying that were going to be in very late tonight and for me not to worry and to lock the doors. Which, them being away was a good thing, considering my plans. I went downstairs and grabbed a small bottle of water, and a small can of pepper spray my mom kept in the kitchen drawer. Just in case. I ran back upstairs and threw the items on my bed. I then went to one of my dressers and grabbed a pair of shorts, and a small black hoodie. I slid on the clothes and picked out a light blue pair of converse and then proceeded to grab my bag. It wasn't on the closet door where I had left it, but instead was over by the window. I shook the bad feeling off and carried the bag over to my bed. It was heavier than normal, but it was probably just because I was still tired. I packed all the stuff in there and checked to make sure my previous items were still in there. Just then, I saw a bright light flickering inside the side pocket. I unzipped the pocket and a huge light flew out and started to attacking me in anyways possible. I hollered and threw my hands up but the object was too fast and I couldn't get a grip on it. It then started to pull my hair and I managed to slap it off and run into the bathroom. It was that same light that attacked me the other night!

"Okay Mikki, you're not crazy. It's just a dream, now go out there and deal with it!" I was already breathing heavy and felt like a was on the verge of a panic attack. I looked around and grabbed the nearest item to me, which was a blue orbit toothbrush. And prepared myself to barge out the door and hit the flying monster. I grabbed the doorknob and did a rather dramatic (but completely necessary) tuck and roll into my room. All was quiet though. Not a sound or light in sight. I moved carefully in my steps, and did what looked like just shuffling my feet.

"Hello? I know i'm not crazy, show yourself!" I screamed into the empty room. But nothing happened. And I felt myself feeling crazier than ever.

I put the toothbrush on the counter and carefully proceeded doing what I was previously. Trying to convince myself I was just stressed. I was almost ready too..until the light swooped from under the bed and knocked me to my knees. I grabbed a pillow and aimed for the small thing. It zoomed all over my room with incredible speed and was so hard to keep an eye on. But I finally got a lock on the object. Just when I was about to throw the pillow my window flew open and a screaming figure flew into my room.

"Tinkerbell no!" He screamed.

The light flew to his shoulder and the figure landed. When I was able to catch my breath I gazed up and the figure stood there staring at me. It was a boy.

Okay so I know the beginning has been slow but it will soon pick up speed and get a lot better. Thanks to the people reading and some reviews would be quite nice! Also, please tell me anyways I could improve on my writing! ;)