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Time is either your best friend, or your worst enemy. During these last few months, time has been my friend.544Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY3RbhDQtJE
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"Grace when are you picking me up for the semi formal on Friday?"
Autumn and I were in English class and she wouldn't stop talking about the semi formal that was happening in three days. I honestly had no desire to go. I absolutely loathe dressing up all nice and fancy. It was so much extra work. The only reason I had agreed to go was for Autumn's sake. She asked Nick to go to the semi formal with her but he rejected her. I don't know why he did, what an idiot. 544Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu6mnHK5G3G
So I decided to be a good friend and go with Autumn. I knew that she loved these kinds of school events so maybe having me there would make her feel better.
"Autumn I will pick you up at 5:30. I don't think the dance starts until 6:00 so that gives us a little extra time." I said with a smile.544Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡViucCsaFKT
"Great! Sounds good Grace. I can't wait."544Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvVgzGZk5s9
The bell rang right after Autumn and I confirmed our plans and soon enough I was in my car--yes my car.
I finally got my drivers license last month and luckily my parents had a spare car they let me borrow from time to time. So now I drive myself to school. It felt so much nicer than having to take the school bus everyday--and I felt like one of the cool kids now. Even though I knew I truly wasn't, I didn't care.
When I walked through the door into my house I noticed a note on the kitchen table. Weird, usually my parents don't leave me notes. I picked it up and read it.
Hi dear. Your father and I are having a date night, so we won't be home until later tonight. Probably around 8:00. There is some leftover food in the fridge. 544Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCK8DVg2yq7
Love you! -Mom
I let out a slight chuckle. My parents haven't had a date night in months. They deserved to have one tonight. Having the house to myself for a while will be nice. I can focus on finishing my homework quickly and then just relax and binge some T.V shows.
After I finished reading the last chapter of my text book I decided to go heat up some of the leftover spaghetti my parents had made. I'm not a huge fan of leftover food, but tonight I was too lazy to cook. The microwave beeped and I removed my plate and brought it into the living room. I grabbed a tv tray from the corner and placed my food on it. I already had the show I had been watching pulled up on the T.V. After I sat down I realized I couldn't find the remote. Had I left it in the kitchen by accident?
I let out a groan and made my way back to the kitchen. On the way there I saw my cat perched on the windowsill. Gingersnap was an old girl, but we still loved her. She always minded her own business and never got in the way of any of us.
When I went to go pet her she jumped off the windowsill and ran away. Well that was odd. Oh well. I looked out the window into the dark night and saw the moonlight reflecting onto the ground, illuminating the trees near my house.
Suddenly I felt a breeze pass over me. I shivered. That was strange. None of the windows in the house were open. I closed the ones that were open after I got home from school earlier this afternoon.
I decided to ignore my curiosity and went back to searching for the T.V remote. I looked on the far counter and saw it resting there next to the microwave. At least I found it--remotes always seem to magically disappear. I headed back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Luckily my spaghetti was still warm. I pushed the play button on the remote and my show resumed. 544Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZZGKLKEFbo
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After dinner I headed to my room and laid down on my bed. It was only a little after six o’clock which was still too early to go to bed. I let out a sigh. Even though I had the house to myself there wasn’t a lot I could--or wanted--to do. The book I have been reading was perched next to me on my nightstand. Maybe I will just read for a little while, that would be a nice distraction.
I opened up the book to the chapter I had left off on. Halfway through the book already--I honestly enjoyed this book even though I was forced to read it for a school assignment. Floating off into the made up reality of the book I was barely focusing on the real world until I heard a knock on the front door.
Weird, my parents shouldn’t be home yet and even if they were they have a key to the house. I wonder who is here this late at night. I pushed myself off of my bed and made my way to the entryway. Unfortunately we didn’t have one of the door peep holes, so I was a little nervous when I cracked the door open.
“Hi, is someone there?” I asked in a voice that I thought sounded confident but it probably came out in a more timid tone.
“Grace.” an eerie and warm voice whispered.
When I heard that I threw the door open. I looked out and there was nobody waiting on the front steps. I walked down the steps a little and looked around the front yard and driveway. There was no car here and I didn’t see anyone walking away from my house. What was going on?
“Hello.” I shouted out--not really expecting anyone to answer. I waited for a few moments and to no surprise I didn’t receive a response. What the hell was happening? Was I just hearing things? Perhaps no one had knocked on the door and I just made it up in my head. I’m sure that is what happened.
I turned around and began to head back into my house until I heard that same voice again. This time it felt like the sound came from right next to me.
“Grace…”
I spun around holding up my fists. This was beginning to freak me out. Of course no one was near me. I really must be hearing things--this was all in my head.
What was really bothering me however, was how familiar the voice sounded. It sounded like the voice from those dreams I had a few months ago. I shook my head. No, I did not want to think of those memories. Those dreams were not good memories. They were nightmares.
Part of me just wanted to scream up at the sky, but I didn’t want to wake up the neighbors. They would probably think some maniac was roaming around the neighborhood--or someone would see it was me screaming and they would forever think that I am a crazy person. I definitely did not want that kind of reputation.
I walked back inside to the comfort of my home and slammed the door. I made sure it was all locked up. Even though I knew I had been imagining that voice, I didn’t want to take any chances. Ugh, this entire thing was making me so paranoid.
After throwing myself back onto my bed, I decided to just go ahead and get ready to go to bed. My parents would be home soon anyways. The only thing was, part of me was worried that I would have a nightmare tonight. I haven’t had one in forever. If I had one I sure as hell did not want to end up in that damned field again. No, I refuse to go back there. I couldn’t go back...
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