Edge of Life-
Chapter 3- Getting Ready
"So, how was school?" Mom asked as we pulled into the driveway.
"Boring" I replied.
"Why is that?" My mom asked.
"I don't know, it just was." I replied. "Oh, mom, can I sleep over at Marcie's tonight?"
"I don't know Ally.."
"Please!" I begged, getting out of the car.
"What are you guys going to do?" She asked.
"Oh, you know, watch movies, stay up late, pig out, stuff like that." I lied.
"Are her parent's going to be there?"
"Yes!" I replied.
"Okay, I guess so. What time?"
"Around 7, I'll call her later."
"Okay"
I ran inside and went into my room. I was so excited! I picked up my phone and called Marcie.
"Hello?" A lady answered.
"Is Marcie there please?" I asked her."
"One moment please." Marcie's mom had a weird voice and was high with almost no emotion in it.
"Hey" Marcie answered a minute later.
"Hey Marcie, it's Ally." I replied.
"Ally! Are you allowed?"
"Yup!" I exclaimed.
"Awesome!! Tonight is gonna rock!"
"I know!"
"Well, I have to get ready!" I told her.
"Me too!"
"Bye" I said and hung up.
I through a pair of pyjamas, a sweater, a pair of jeans, 2 shirts, and my hair brush, toothbrush, etc. in to a bag. Then I went downstairs to use the computer for a bit till I needed to get ready. I signed on to the net and an email message popped up. I thought it was for me so I clicked on it, but I guess it wasn't. It caught my eye, so I read it anyway, even though I shouldn't have. It said:
Dear Raymond,
I'm looking forward to seeing you again soon. I had so much fun last night. When are you going to be back in town? Please write back.
Missing you already,
Leslie
What was that all about? Was my dad really having an affair or was that just a friend? I heard someone coming down the stairs. I quickly shut it. Mom walked in.
"Don't be on there too long." She said. I nodded. Just then, another email message popped up. Mom glanced over at the screen.
"You have a new email message from Leslie" She read aloud.
"Who's Leslie?" She asked.
"Oh, uh.. Leslie's my friend." I replied.
"Oh, okay." She replied and went back upstairs.
I sighed. I couldn't stay on the computer anymore. I logged off the net and ran up to my room. I locked the door and opened up a box hidden in my closet. I picked up a razor blade and sat on my bed. I needed to clear my head. I pulled the sleeve on my sweater up and dragged the razor blade across my skin. It wasn't too deep, but deep enough to bleed. I watched the blood trickle out for a while, then I cleaned it up. I turned on the TV for a while.
*2 hours later.*
I glanced at the clock beside my bed. 6:00p.m. I dragged myself out of bed and had a quick shower. I put on a white and red striped shirt and then a red sweater. I put my favourite black jeans on. I blew my hair dry and brushed it with mom's brush. I grabbed make-up and hair stuff and threw it in to my bag. Mom wouldn't let me wear make-up so I'd put it on at Marcie's. When I finally looked at the clock again it was 6:50. Marcie lived 15 minutes away. I ran down stairs, put on my shoes and told mom I was ready.
