"Steph" my little brother called.
"What" I said back, to indulged in my book and music to even care what he had to say?
"Chelsea and Angela are on the phone," he said.
"Fine what ever" I said and picked up the phone.
The name is Stephanie or Steph for short; my little brother is Jonathan annoying but a good bro. Purple and brown hair, eyes that change color with weather, mood and season, just your average, attacked by Stereotype crowed and called Goth, person. Chelsea is tall blond, blue eyed, friend since 6th grade, met during colorgaurd and are still in colorgaurd. Angelena, Asian, Black hair, brown eyed friend since 7th grade moved to a new school and now we usually just chat on line or the phone. I have a lot of other friends but lets just start out with what we have.
Chelsea, the former Phantom phan, Angelena and I Phantom killers, actually I just take out anger on him cuz I think he's arrogant. We like to make up funny stories about random things (preferably about that) that in 20 years we will look back on and say 'god we were idiots'. Jon helps too, Somewhere in New York (one of my other Fic's) Jon's idea I just tweaked it. This particular day, life was just about to get as far as sanity allowed.
We talked on the phone for an hour, ate dinner, finished my book (Mask of red death by Edgar Allen Poe) and then it was off to bed. Big math test at school the next day and I suck at math so I was going to need all the help and sleep I could get. It wasn't too long before I fell asleep, I usually don't dream so I really have no problems getting to sleep fast, unless the rare case of insomnia.
"Steph, Steph" Jon called.
"What?" I said still half asleep, I looked at my digital clock and it said 2 am.
"Where's your Handy Dandy Pocket knife" Jon said, it's a nickname for my favorite thing in the world, my purple pocketknife.
"In the top drawer of my desk" I said and closed my eyes again. Jon was half way out the door before I said, "wait for what?"
"There is someone in the attic" Jon said "first I hear that song off of that music box Grandma gave us then a thump then well-- cursing". You see my Grandmother in the mist of her cleaning out her backroom she gave us a music box that resembled the one from the Phantom of the Opera. My mom gave it to me thinking I would keep it in my room (that won't happen), so I gave it to Jon and put it in the attic where he plays all his games.
I immediately jumped out of bed and grabbed the pocketknife from him; I held it out in front of me as we made our way to the attic. Now I didn't look to threatening wearing a blue shirt, board shorts and with my hair, curly and sticking to my face (seeing how it was towards the end of May and it's damn hot and humid in the CA). Jon was trailing behind me with one of his large wooden swords, he collected weapons like that, and why he asked me for my pocketknife I will never know. We slowly crept up the attic stairs; I opened the door and immediately heard cursing from the back of the attic. We carefully made our way towards the cursing, and I noticed some of it was in French, but most of it in English. We finally saw what was making the racket and we couldn't believe our eyes. With his white mask and all it was Mr. Opera Ghost himself standing they're mumbling curses and looking around. Jon slowly began to back up, and he bumped into one of his many boxes of toys knocking them all over. The Phantom looked up and straight at me, he stumbled back while I just stood there secretly gripping Jon's wooden sword in my other hand. Now we were damn lucky my parents were in Vegas for a bowling tournament, for the week, or else we would be surrounded by police right now.
Jon got slowly came back to where I was standing and whispered "what is he doing here, I though he was made up".
"That's what I though" I whispered back. We stood there for god knows how long when the Phantom spoke up.
"Who are you two and where am I" he said in a commanding voice.
"You aren't in Kansas anymore that's for sure," I said making a joke out of a serious situation like I normally do. The Phantom just looked at me; he didn't get from the looks of it.
"I don't know who you are but you better tell what's going on" he said and pulled out his lasso.
"Your in Southern California, date May 25 2006" Jon said getting frustrated with me making my trade mark jokes.
"How is that possible, 2006" he said in awe "who are you two?"
"I'm Jonathan Dunn and this is my big sister Steph" Jon said quickly.
"Yea thanks Jon now if he gets into trouble were to blame" I said "look I'm gonna call Chelsea, she should have fun with this".