Listen to the red flag in life because it could save your life, I wish i would have but now it's too late. It all started on june 5th 1999. My little sister's voice rang through the house, on this saturday morning, stomping around the house yelling “ALEXIS!” at the top of her lungs, as i was sitting eating my cheerios at 10:00 am like i usually do. “Mom, said you have to take me to Mr. linden's library because my homework for mr mckinzy is to read 1 book over the weekend.” lilly said as she walked up to my chair with her hands on her hips. “Anything else princess?” I said annoyed because she acts like i'm her servant all the time. “Ohh yeah mom said you had to get an book to or she would take away your electronic privileg away and she would …show more content…
This wasn't the first time my mom had said i needed to read or she would take something away. After 10 minutes of waiting for lilly I went to go find her and she was reading. “Come on you can read when we get home ” I ground at her. We went to the front to check out the books. Mr. Lindon just happened to be the one checking out the books today. We set our books on the desk in front of him. He examined each book and said “Nice pick!” about the book Lilly had picked out and checked it out and handed it to her. Then examined the book I picked looking very cautiously as he read the title of the front cover that read ”the wonder”, “Are you sure you want this book?” he said looking at me and waving the book. “Well duh, why else would i have brought it up here to get checked out?” i said chomping on my mint …show more content…
Then I noticed that there was vines all up the walls like from chapter 5 of “The Wonder Book” and there was a big blue hairy arm sticking out from my bed, like in chapter 7. Then i looked at the closet and saw big yellow eyes peering out and looking at me, like in chapter 12. Then i tried yelling but i couldn't make an sound. Then my door opened and my mom and sister looked in and look like they could see me but i was looking at right at them and yelling for them to save me. Then my mother rushed up to the bed and right passed me. Then tears started coming to her eyes and she picked me up. And in that moment I put the puzzle piece together. First i wasn't in my bed, second i could see it, third no one could see me and i couldn't see them, and forth i could see all of the wonderous stories that were contained in the book. I WAS IN THE
“If you want something done, you must do it yourself,” he mumbled under his breath while having a very disdain attitude toward the princess.
“What are you reading?” My mom asked when she saw my book in my hand
As soon as my parents fall asleep, I sneak out the back door and go to the witch’s house. I broke a window and climbed. The inside of the house smells like something is rotten.I look around at all the strange stuff. Then I noticed a book on an old dusty claw shaped rack. The book I found was about monster stories. I love monsters, so I took it
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
I'd look into that closet and see darkness, then I'd start to see a light starting to form and it went into like a ball shape sort of like a basketball and then I'd see a face in that ball—they call that a ghost globule—I didn't know what it was then. It was the face of an old lady, and she was not looking pleasant—the ball came out into my bedroom and I could hear footsteps and heavy breathing, the room became icy cold, that's a psychic cold—and I'm saying to myself, “There's a logical reason for all of this,” but by that time I was out of the bed and right between my mother and father in their bed.”
“I LOVE this book,” I nearly shout at a receptively smiling mom of a middle schooler standing in front of my cash
“Well, as you asked,” she replied. “Hear,” she picked a suspiciously tedious pile of leather bound books and thrust them into my arms. “Bring this to the master’s office,” she continued giving a withering look as if she were thinking of throwing me off the roof.
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
Soon I could take out six books at a time, and she no longer kept an eye on me as I spent hours combing the shelves, picking out books, although once or twice she took away a book as too adult for me. Once I found a book that made no sense at all and took it her and she told me that these were the poems of Horace and that I could read them if I learned Latin.
From the time I can remember, my mom has always had a book in her hand. Her love for reading was passed down from her parents and her older brother and his wife. They had a little book circle that made reading seem fun. However, at my early age, my mom would not permit me to read or listen to the James Patterson or Nora Roberts books that had been traveling between my house, my grandparents’ house, and my uncle’s house. This made me envious to learn what was inside those books that were so secretive.
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
“Well, I have errands I need to get done. I will be back by 7:30. Lock the doors and don’t open it for anyone. Also, do not leave,” my mom said as she was going out the doors
"I am really sorry Jul. You know how particular I am about my fashion. I was not finding matching shoes with this dress... that 's why. Anyway, look what I have brought. Although the internship hardly gave me time to breath, I made sure to at least bring something for you from there. See! This much I love you!" Bri continued with her mischievous grin as she handed the small, black velvet box to me.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
“Um besides the fact that you found it in the middle of the quad when we were walking back from the party last week?” she questions, her hands on her hips as she narrows her eyes at you.