I wonder what they're thinking about. God I would love to be a bird right about now. I can't believe he's still talking about me walking through the wood.
I guess I should really start explaining. My name is Bella, Bella Swan, I'm Irish born, but Charlie -my Dad- moved us to America when my Mom died, I was 5 when we moved so my accent is completely gone. As for the 'inner monologue..' this is my sixth scolding within a week for walking through the woods after 6pm.
"... And I do not. I repeat, do not want you going in the woods after 6 got it?... Bella? ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! Are you listening to me?" Well that got my attention.
Shit! What was he on about!
Girl, he just middle named you it doesn't matter what he was on about!
"What? Oh yeah, right no woods after 6 got it" I sighed, the boredom finally sinking in. Seriously how many times is he going to tell me to 'not go in the woods.' He stepped closer to the window taking note of the birds I was watching.
"Really? They have more of your attention than I do?"He grumbled " Why don't you go out with your friends huh? Its Friday night you shouldn't be staying in this dark hallway watching...birds." He's got a point.
"Fine. I'll go out, but I am not going out with those people. I'll walk to the store and grab some stuff for yours and Billy's fishing trip tomorrow." With that I descend the stairs and out the house. I can barely hear Charlie talk, I just catch wind of what he's saying.
"DON'T GO IN THE..." The door slams shut before he can finish his sentence.
"Yeah, yeah, no woods." I mumbled to myself.
Walking slower than usual, to waste time before I reach the shop, I notice it seems to be quieter than normal, faint laughter from local children can only be heard. You know like that creepy laughter in movies before the ghost kid turns up behind you and screams.
By the time I reached the store grabbed some canned food and a new can opener, thanks to Dad who put ours in the dishwasher and got it lodged in the hole all the dirty water goes down, its already 5:30pm and the suns just starting to go down.
I quicken my walking back home until a car comes out of nowhere and scares me half to death with the speed its going at, the brown paper bag in my hands tears at the bottom and everything insides spills out on to the pathway. "Great, Just fabulous' I mumbled looking toward the open sky. "You've really got it out for me lately haven't you?"
Looking around I saw a plastic bag caught in a bush. After a 5 minute brutal battle with the torn bush I managed to get the bag out and place everything inside, when movement in the forest catches my eye. "Hello? Someone in there?"
Oh yeah Bella, like a killers going to jump and say hello before murdering you. Idiot.
Without a second thought I carry on my way toward Chester Street which means I have some serious walking to do without this short cut. Checking my phone to see if I received any texts off Charlie, the time caught my eye.
OH MY GOD! Charlie's going to have your head!
Its already 6:30! With one more look toward the dirt path that leads straight on to my street.
Maybe one more time wouldn't hurt... Right?