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Hi, my name is Abigail
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 | The Secret Book [02] |
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| Created: 2009-01-07 16:01:52 |
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A/N: Thanks for readin up to this point, and I made a promise to LuvableGirl101 that Addax would come in and TADA he does!
Enjoy.
I packed my last bag; it was stuffed behind my seat so I actually had leg room. My IPod was shining in the midday sun in my hand which would go up front with my purse and multiple other bags of clothes and CDs. I opened the door while looking back to my small country house without the grass and flowers surrounding the entrance and butterflies, which I would see in a matter of days, only including a bare surfaced ground with little cracks engraved from the heat. I winced as my dad looked threw the thickly applied shades we had gotten and winked yet could still wear a frown while doing it.
I swung my legs over the seat and pulled the door close producing a loud slam.
I wanted him to know I was angry; if he hadn’t noticed already. I didn’t want to live in a giant forest for I was not the best at camping or hiking and with doing that you need grass and trees. Oregon had at the least 87, 682 trees making it very scary to step out my door; I didn’t like trees or woods. I plugged my IPod headphones in my ears and turned on one of my favorite songs from “The Killers”. My mom just stared off into the distance as the road swerved and cornered, tucked and looped. After an hour and a half of road we stopped at a McDonalds; Alix and Blaise had to use the restroom.
“I don’t know if I can hold it in any longer, Abby!” Blaise squeaked.
“I need to wee! I need to wee!” Alix, with his little 5 year-old voice chimed in. I hurried my pace up to the door knowing I had only a few seconds before they exploded.
“Okay, Okay we are almost there! Hold your blatters,” I put Alix down by my side as we hurried to the lady’s bathroom.
“I call the middle stall!” I heard Blaise yell from behind the door as she slammed it behind her. Alix was probably still deciding.
They came out when they were finished: Blaise had wrapped her scrawny 9-year old arms around Alix whom was laying his head on her shoulders sheepishly. It looked like Blaise was trying to walk faster until she realized she couldn’t hold that much weight.
“Why are you running?” I chuckled, my eyebrows raised in curiousity.
Blaise turned and looked at me, “Alix…missed.” I looked behind me and then back again to see who was watching.
“Hurry and no one will know it was us,” I rushed them out the door. “Move, Move, move!”
It was a long and brutal ride to Chiloquin, Oregon but we finally had made it. We had gone threw rain and I could almost see a river forming on the edges of the roads; I held back Alix from running to go slosh in the puddles. Mom was right about the trees; they covered every inch of the planets surface here like a rainforest. Wild flowers hung from the branches draped with leaves as company. The sun was barley visible threw the canopy of the trees above the Victorian styled house that was claimed to be our house.
House, I thought. Not a home.
“Well Guys, Here it is!” My mom smiled and picked up hers and Alix’s suitcase. I just stared blankly at it. The house had to be at least 80 years old, not yet falling off its toothpick supports. Its paint job was showing the lack of care by peeling away and crumpling leaving a little amount of yellow aftermath on its walls. The wood had fought of enough termites that I could tell it was quality wood; other woods would probably fall apart. “This house should be worth a fortune because it’s so beautiful,” My mom squealed in delight. I didn’t agree one bit. The pebble like sidewalk was visible beneath the ground and so I nearly broke my neck following it. When we opened the door it fell over, giving up on life. I nearly chocked laughing.
“Yes, a fortune,” I muttered. “Let’s sell it to a hobo and then you’ll see how much it’s worth!”
“Okay, maybe it needs a few touchups, some TLC, and carpet.” She looked around a bit. “But it can manage just give it some time and it will shortly be like home.” She dropped her bags and they blew straight threw the floorboards. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself.
“So, will I be sleeping with the Raccoons?” I raised my eyebrow and motioned towards the upstairs. I could have sworn I saw a tail slip behind the door of a room producing long shivers crawling down my back.
“Yes,” My mom rolled her eyes, picking up Alix while walking over to dial the number of the carpenter. “Now, you and Blaisey go find your rooms, Alright? I have to call the wood guy to fix this mess!”
Me and Blaise ran up the stairs carefully so we didn’t fall threw the floor like our suitcases and managed to walk threw the long hallway of rooms. The first door lead to a small one windowed room painted in a light shade of teal blue and I remembered what mom said about this room. “This room has been called on by Alix, so it’s not yours!”
It was obviously a cute room with little white trimmings framing the walls and clouds painted over the teal. I couldn’t help but smile.
The next room was a plain tan room with white trimmings and wooded floors. It included of a walk in closet that was deceivingly huge. I had no interest in walk in closets.
I walked a bit further coming upon a room that caught my eye. It had been painted over from time to time but the painting job was perfect for me. It was a violet/purple/lavender that made you want to hug the walls. The room smelled like lavender, too. The curtains were a light purple or white depending on if I was color blind and let out to a view of the backyard. I walked over to the curtained window and looked out.
There was a small pebble path again in the middle of the backyard leading towards a beautiful garden behind some gates that show cased the forest. I couldn’t see anymore houses like I could in Nevada. The leaves on the branches dangled and played in the wind as I looked over to the left of the yard to see a figure. It was a figure shaped like a human yet it was a little taller then any boy I’d imagined. His face was pointy yet oddly handsome with dark eyes and sharp features. His baseball cap hid black shaggy hair shadowing his pale Ivory skin which seemed to sparkle inhumanely. He was absolutely gorgeous. His face tilted to face the window, angled in my direction and in a few seconds he was gone. It took me some time to catch my breath. What was he? |
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