Chapter 13 I see Noah running down the street toward me and Jeremy and when he reached us, he was out of breath. "Rosalie, we're leaving," he grabs my wrist and tries dragging me. "No, Noah. Can't you see I'm on a date? Leave me alone please," I respond gritting my teeth; he can't just interrupt my date like this! He says tugging my arm making it hurt, "We're leaving." People around us began to stare and that's when Jeremy decided to take action, "Dude, she doesn't want to leave. Leave us alone." "She's coming with me," he grabs my left arm. "No, she isn't," Jeremy shot back and pulls my right arm. They both begin tugging my arms and my muscles felt like they were bring torn apart. "Hey guys," I nervously laugh. "Hey Rosalie," Noah grunts looking at Jeremy and tugging even harder. "Hi," Jeremy glares at Noah and tugs me even harder. "STOP TUGGING ME," I yell loudly. Both, startled, let go of me at the same time and I fall down, butt-first. They both scrambled around and fought to help pick me up. While they were busy fighting, I got up on my own, brushed myself off, and walked away. I started walking home leaving the two idiots at the theater. I wasn't going to talk to either of them tomorrow. So stupid. "Rosaaaaalieeeeee," the voice hissed. "G-Get away from me," I hear myself say. "Rosssaaalliieeee, sweet child. I won't hurt you," the voice cackles. Wait, I thought, I recognize this voice. Who's voice is it, I kept thinking as the voice hissed my name. WHO IS IT! I began frustrating myself. I kicked around in my bed and then woke up. I was breathing heavy with sweat trickling down my face. I still didn't figure it out. I started smacking my forehead and calling myself an idiot for waking up. I take my right, index finger and poke the middle of my forehead to think. When I did, I felt the elevation ripple and saw a bright yellow blinking in my brain. What the heck was that? That never happened before. I did it again and nothing happened. And again. And again. And again. And guess what? AGAIN. Nothing happened. I poke around my body to see if anything happened, but it didn't. I laid down to fall asleep but I tried staying awake. I hate sleeping. I hate the dreams. Soon, my eyelids drooped over my tired eyes and I fell asleep. I wake up to the yelling of my parents. This was normal for me, but today, it was different. They were screaming, really, really loudly. My favorite ducky pajamas were still damp from the first dream; the second time I fell asleep, I dreamt of nothing. How peaceful. "WELL, ANNETTE, YOU HAVE TO ACCEPT HER THE WAY SHE IS," my dad yells. "IT'S TOO MUCH! THIS IS ALL SO CRAZY," my mom yells back. I walk near the stairway and on to the first wooden step and it creaks. My parents immediately stop yelling and began to whisper frantically. I didn't hear much of their conversation, but before their argument ended, I hear my dad say something. "They're coming." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry it took so long! I'm so busy the rest of this week and next week until Thursday with midterms and such . Please bump a lot and be patient with me . I'll write updates during my car rides and try to post. Thanks for everyone who supports me!
Um, if you don't mind.... Can you guys read my story, "Double Identity" and tell me what you think? Anyways, bump!