Halo. Me back, special thanks to BlackScrazy. To be honest, I do appreciate good reviews but I don't really care that much 'bout them. I just write for the sake of writng so I'll finish this whole darn thing even if no one likes it LOL. Oh yeah, squint right and you'll see a minor twilight reference.
Marissa hopped right out of the old pick-up truck. She had chosen to jump on some random open-air anything to avoid having to walk for a tediously long time. Her feet touched the ground in perfect timing (luckily) so she wouldn't fall or anything.
Marissa found herself in the middle of a narrow street, lined by some houses and trees with stark thin branches, a cold wind blew, Marissa shivered. She realized she was only wearing a T-shirt, and she left her only jacket at home. She strode along, checking the nearest pole. Yep, Oakland street alright, now if only she knew which one was Vera's house. Marissa approached a little cottage-like house with a small wooden porch. It looked as if the cottage itself was carved delicately from wood itself. Okay, so she was taking chances, big deal. She knocked on the door, but a bald man answered instead. "What?"
"Wrong door, uh, sorry." She turned on her heel and immediately chose another door.
With that, she was starting to feel like one of those salesmen who go from house to house offering over-expensive products. Oh the pain they must feel. Finally, after two more tries-one of which she met a middle-aged woman with her arms full of cats. She saw a two-story house with peeling green paint and a broad roof that looked like it might collapse the second it starts to shower. She tapped on the door, no answer, the second time she did the door slowly opened itself with an inaudible creak. She peeped inside, the entire living room was dark-save for the slivers of sunlight streaming in from the light curtains, the place looked deserted, there were clutters everywhere on the hard wood. Marissa's padded footsteps echoed throughout the whole place, her breathing was steady. She marched up to the second floor, one door looked ajar.
Marissa thought of all the bad things that she could possibly see-probably a ten foot long serpent devouring someone's carcass or a some mutant alligator ready to leap at her…
She shook those thoughts away and went in the room.
Vera was sitting on the floor with her eyes glued on the pint-sized television set. Her brown hair looked like a bird's nest and her eyes had dark rings around them.
"Vera?" Marissa said, her voice was slightly less than leveled.
Vera didn't budge.
"VERA! If you're not a zombie you would answer me!"
Now Vera instantly scrambled to her feet and stared at Marissa as if she were a floating hologram or something just as equally freaky.
"M-Marissa? What are you doing here?"
"And then I thought I called you to announce my coming to your house."
"Marissa, two things. First, cut the sarcasm and second, you were serious about that?"
"Of course I was, I'm always serious about everything I say to you."
"Oh really? What about that time you said you said you were going to eat dirt?"
"Ah, touché."
"See?"
"But I really mean this time, please. Let me stay over, just for a few days. Please!"
"Uh, okay."
"Thank you!" Marissa gave Vera a bear-hug. Hopefully Vera did mean it when she said her mom wouldn't mind.