Was I crazy to think that I sucked at video games? Well yes. Because apparently, I'm not so bad. I actually beat Marc, one of Logan's best friends. Marc looked shocked, however I didn't do much but dance around and watch Logan and friends stare and joyfully tag along my conga line - even Marc.
After all our silly dancing and me creaming Logan's friends in video games I've never heard of, we all went home happy with the thought that Logan actually brought a girl in to play video games instead of some cool dude.
When I walked out of his house, all of a sudden, I didn't feel so good. What if I got into a car accident and died? I cant risk driving. I hobbled along the path to my house. As I walked, I felt my skin bubble and my mouth on fire. Was I poisoned?
I got to my house very fast. It took me one minute at ninety kilometres per hour to get there on motorcycle, but it took me less than a quarter of a minute to get there on foot. I might have just imagined it… But I swear, it's true!
When I came to my front door, I remember my mom shaking my and asking if I was drunk, I hazily told her than the only thing I drunk was cola. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, pounding like they were about to explode. My mom was dragging me up the stairs until my father came down to lift we up and carry me like a baby to my bed.
The last thing I remembered was that my dad tucked me in, his palms sweaty from being so nervous. As he ran out, I remembered seeing him leaving in a big hurry even though the 'problem' was solved. Next thing I saw was a wolf! It was standing by my doorstep squinting at me. Every time it did, my eyes got heavier and heavier. I tried batting my eyes to keep them open, to see the wolf, but when I made the decision, I realized I was fast asleep.
The next morning when I woke up, I saw the wolf's eyes staring at me inside of my head. I was almost one hundred percent sure that it was all a dream until my mom asked,
"What happened with you yesterday? You got me and Grady worried sick! Explain yourself young lady." Her voice as stern as the wooden floors I was walking on at this point.
"I don't know," I answered. "The last non crazy thing I remember was when I walked out of Logan's house at eight. But then, I saw something. I think it was a-" I was interrupted.
"Enough excuses April. I'm not going to be mad because I think you were drunk and not yourself. You even look like you're hung over. I'm sorry dear, you can't go to school today."
"I was not drunk and I am not hung over now. You wouldn't understand mom. I felt my skin bubble and my whole body heat up. I practically ran more than five kilometres in under ten seconds." With that I officially spilled. I couldn't hide it.
My mom just looked at me, completely in shock with what I had just said. I stormed off to my room, not because I was too mad to concentrate, but because I felt what had undergone with me yesterday. I went to the bathroom and stared. I couldn't believe it. My eyes were glowing yellow. I leaned closer to study them, but when I blinked, my eyes were back to normal, back to their usual brown. Maybe it was just the sun reflecting off of my eyes, and maybe I had a cold, that could've explained why my body had been acting so weirdly.
Wait, was I making excuses about something strange that just happened? Okay, beyond strange. Or maybe I was right. There's no such thing as supernatural stuff. It's all in people's heads, what else could it be? And then the thought occurred to me. It wasn't me. It was Logan. He must've put something in my coke. He must've done something.
Right there and then, the decision was made. I'd go to Logan's house and interrogate him about yesterday. But what if he were to be clueless like me? What if it wasn't him? It had to be though. I was there and only there all evening.
I went downstairs in a hurry, grabbing my jacket on my way out. Good thing my mother retreated to somewhere, she wouldn't want me going back.
I clutched the door handle and twisted it to make the front door click open and quietly click closed behind me as I snuck out with trepidation. What if mom or dad found out? And then it was decided. I'd have to do this little mission as fast as I possibly could or else I bet I'd be grounded... Again.
I hopped on my bike and off I sped. Was I on drugs? I could sense what happened yesterday was repeating itself today. I lost control of my bike. I was about to hit a house when I abruptly dodged it and flew down a hill. I didn't know how long it took for my bike to crash and for me to get thrown off of it like I was on a wild bull. I hit the ground with a snap. The sound echoed through my ears for what seemed like an eternity.
With my remaining strength I tried to get up, but instead I focused on a puddle which seemed like a mirror. I crawled closer towards it, when I saw something I didn't want to ever see again. My eyes were a flickering amber, going on and off like a lamp that needed its battery to be replaced. Just then I went out like a light. I tried to wake up, but it was useless, my body was a limp clump of hair, skin and clothes. What would happen to me? Well, at least I wasn't dead... But how?
I woke up to two people arguing. Clearly not acknowledging my being awake.
"Logan you know you can't tell her! She will hate you! She can't know... Not until tomorrow. Her birthday will tell her truth itself." Said one of the voices.
And then I realized, I came looking for Logan three days ago... How long was I out?
"Not longer than you needed to have been." Replied Logan's voice. He was standing over my head, with a smile across his face.
"I didn't realize I said that out loud." I put plainly.
He chuckled. "You didn't, but you though it didn't you?"
I had a million questions I wanted to ask but how would he know? Oh he would, trust me. Oh and by the way April, Logan is like you. I can't say more than that for now. Oh and he likes you too. He -and I quote- thinks you're that special flower in a field which is that best smelling one that you want to pick but resist the urge so much it drives you nuts.
Rachel said all of this stuff as I stared into Logan's deep blue eyes. He smiled at me as if the world were perfect, but it was the exact opposite. I was just a girl lying on his couch talking to him about how I'm 'Special.' Not to mention, I bet he didn't even have a clue of what was going on with me. Maybe I was just some lunatic who happened upon his house and nearly died.
"Hey April? You conscious?" Asked Logan as he came from above me to right next to me.
"I really don't know." I sat up, "I really need some answers from you Logan."
He was obviously hiding something- he looked around and then straight through me. He bit his bottom lip, and just as he was about to start talking, when his mother walked in. We both followed her with our eyes. When she glanced at us, our eyes Immediately darted to something else, anything really. I was now looking at the picture of wolves. This similarity was killing me.
"Mrs. Blue? Umm, I can't help but notice this picture... It reminds me of the one I have at my house." I then took it into my hands and noticed something odd. One of them was the same wolf that I saw at my doorstep the other day... "It's the same one..." I thought aloud.
"Oh sweetie, it's probably just a coincidence." She said wearily.
As she did, I heard her heart beating like a thousand drums inside my head, I don't know how, but I knew she wasn't telling the truth.
I stared at her eyes, and heard a distant hum in my head,
"April you're probably just tired and imagining things." The hum grew louder.
"It happens all the time, I guess you just need to relax."