Chapter 1 of Two Souls!! :D
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I stared at myself into the bathroom mirror, studying myself. I didn't mean to brag but, yea. I was pretty. Was I like those selfish girls who think their all that? Hell no. But I didn't consider myself ugly. I looked a little swallowed up, but that's because I just woke up. I took off my nightgown and panties and jumped in the shower. The hot water felt good on my cold skin. It was the middle of October and it already was getting cold in California. I live in Chino, and am currently enrolled in Springfield High. I just turned 14 on September 4th. When I got out, the bathroom filled with steam and strawberries.
I wrapped myself in my towel and went into my bedroom. I had a big room, no doubt about it. The walls were dark blue and black. No, I am not Goth; I'm just a fan of black, that's all. I had white carpet, and a white dresser, with a mirror on top of it. The white seemed to make the room pop. The bed was against the back wall, with a window behind it. The window out looked the backyard and the beach from here. (Yes, from my house you can literally walk down to the seashore. Personally I think it's really cool) The bed spread was black with dark blue swirls and dots all over. It was really pretty. Across from my bed were a TV stand and a 38 inch flat screen. At the bottom of the stand were a Wii and a few games such as Wii Sports, Mario Cart, and a couple others on the shelf.
Then I unwrapped myself and wrapped my hair in the towel and opened my closet door. I decided on a layered black and white tank top, skinny jeans, and black boots with a cute little buckle on the sides. (Ya know those skinny jeans that are tight around your thighs and calves that show your curves and all that? Well yea, that type of skinny jeans) I heard little nails clicking the wooden floor right outside my door and it caused a zillion goose bumps to appear all over my body and made me go all rigid. I was relieved that it was just my cat, Morgan. She's a 10-month old gray tabby. A gray tabby that is totally clingy to me and follows me everywhere I go. She trotted into my room and hopped onto my bed without a sound, which was pretty freaky. My hair was all tangled and nasty so I hurried into the bathroom and found a brush and started to untangle the mop before it got all frizzy and out of control.
My bathroom had all white walls; more of a really light gray. I had black tile, with a black rug under the sinks. (Duh) After I put my hair in a high ponytail, I looked at myself in the mirror once more. My small oval face and high cheek bones seemed to fit my shoulders nicely. I had almond eyes, but not too big. They were an ice blue, not white, but not a dark blue. A very light blue. My hair was black and wavy. It was down about 4 inches past my shoulders. I also had finally gotten rid of my acne; probably only temporarily, so might as well make the best of it.
My skin was a light peach, despite I was all White. I pulled out from one of the drawers a little silver box which held all my make-up. I applied a little bit of bronzer, some mascara, and a little bit of sparkly lip gloss and eye liner. (Hey just because I'm 14 doesn't mean I can play around with some girly make-up) My mom wasn't a huge fan of me wearing make-up but she didn't fuss. My mom's name is Stacey Lestat. She works as a surgeon at Memorial Care Hospital. She's been doing it for about 15 years or so. She graduated high school early so she got her college degree early as well, even though she had to spend 6 years in college.
The day seemed to be going to so slow... When I got dressed and all that I looked up at my clock on my wall and it was only 9:15, which meant I did everything in about 15 minutes, though I wasn't one to do things all speedy and stuff. I walked over to Morgan and picked her up. She seemed like she was passed out already so she didn't fuss when I moved her. I carried her out of my room and down the hall to the stairs. We had wooden floors and a little office right across from my room. If you turn right from my room, my mom's bedroom is in there. If you turn left, there are two doors. My bathroom is the first one, and the guest bedroom is the second. The guest bedroom has a built-in bathroom, just like my mom's.
I jogged down the stairs into the living room. The living room was relatively big. It had light beige walls, a big round dark brown clock on the far wall, a large sofa and two loveseats on either side a shade darker or two than the wall, a coffee table the same color as the clock, with a big rug under it if an eve green and different shades of brown and it really seemed to complete the room. And directly to the left of the living room is the kitchen. There's a little step that ends the wooden flooring and it leads to tile.
A light beige tile. We have a little island counter in the middle of the kitchen; its light brown and dark gray and black granite. (Yes, my mom was a fan of the different shades of brown. I agree with her, it's a really pretty color that goes with our house) There's three brown barstool chairs on one side of the island. Of course, brown... but a shade lighter than the clock. You would think I got annoyed with all the brown, but I don't. I think the way she coordinates the house it looks modern and really pretty. We have brown cabinets lining the wall of the kitchen with black little knobs. There was a kitchen table at the far end of the kitchen with the same kinds of chairs as there was on the island.
I placed Morgan on the counter and went to a cupboard and pulled out some Honey Nut Cherios. Morgan was too busy cleaning herself to notice what I pulled out until she heard the cereal shake did she pop her head up and her big gray and pink ears in my direction. She ''mewed'' at me and walked over and rubbed her back against the box, almost making it fall over on the floor. I caught it just in time and pushed Morgan out of the way lightly. She ''mewed'' at me sharper this time and hopped off the counter onto the couch. After eating I poured Morgan's food in her dish and she came over quicker than I've ever seen that lazy cat move. She's like a dog sometimes I swear, she LOVES to eat. It was a Saturday, and I had nothing to do. There was a note on the counter near a phone on the granite. I picked it up and immediately noticed the handwriting that it was my mom's. She has really neat handwriting.
"Hi Lilliana. It's Mom. Just heading off to work. I woke up late so I didn't have time to feed Kelsea down at the stables. You mind doing it for me? I'm sure you don't have anything planned anyway so I think it would give ya something to do. Maybe you should take her out for a ride. She's still young ya know, so she needs her exercise. Well gotta go hunn. Have fun today my Lilly.
Love,
Mom"
Kelsea was a 1 year old Quarter Horse we own. She's technically mine, but Mom usually feeds her before work because I'm usually still sleeping when she wakes up. I miss Kelsea. I haven't seen her in forever! She was pure white with a black nose. She was the most beautiful horse I could own. (Okay, by now, I guess you're thinking I'm rich... I guess I am... But it's not like I live in a mansion. I just live in a big house. Big difference) Mom bought her for me last year for my 13th birthday. I used to visit her at the local stables where I board her right down the block. I usually used to walk there with Morgan at my feet. But lately Mom's been doing the feeding and grooming because I school's really been getting in the way of things.
"C'mon Morgan. We're going to the stables for the day."
Though Morgan was only 10 months she kind of knows some words like... Eat, stables, bed, and... Lilliana. I jogged back upstairs with Morgan's little bell on her collar following shortly behind. I walked in my bathroom to look for my Cowboy hat, but it wasn't in there. When I got into the doorway of my room, Morgan went rigid. The hair on her back spiked up and she hissed at what seemed like nothing in my room. Then as if she were slapped, her tail went under her legs and she ran as fast as I've ever seen her go down the stairs wailing all the way down; something I've never heard her do before. I stared at my bed, and it seemed like nothing was there. Then I could faintly point out that-
My thought was interrupted by scraping of long nails against my wall, and I could see three large gash lines on my wall near my bed as the paint began to shred off. I could feel my body become cold and hard. Then everything was silent. Next to the ash lines, I could make out a blurred figure. I couldn't even scream. I couldn't think. The only thought that I didn't want to come into my mind but did anyway was "I'm not alone. I'm not alone. I'm not alone." And those words kept repeating in my head.
Then I felt a rush of freezing cold air blow past me and I felt as if I'd been punched in the gut 3 times, before I felt peacefulness and alone. I collapsed in the ground to my knees, coughing. Morgan came running up to me after a few seconds of everything seeming normal again. She rubbed her head and body around my arms and legs, "mewing" to me as if to ask if I was okay. I patted her head in agreement that I was, and she sat by my side as I slowly stood up. (Holy crap! That was THE scariest thing I EVER experienced) My heart was pounding in my ears as I wobbled over to my bed and sat down. There was still a chill near my bed but it quickly went away.
I slowly walked over to my wall where the claw marks were and brushed my fingers along it. I thought I was imagining it, but heck no. I flinched away from my wall, ran to grab my hat, and ran out my room and ran toward the stables with my cat following shortly behind me, afraid to look back at the house. As I ran I kept thinking to myself, "This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This is all just a dream. PLEASE let this be a dream!"
I wrapped myself in my towel and went into my bedroom. I had a big room, no doubt about it. The walls were dark blue and black. No, I am not Goth; I'm just a fan of black, that's all. I had white carpet, and a white dresser, with a mirror on top of it. The white seemed to make the room pop. The bed was against the back wall, with a window behind it. The window out looked the backyard and the beach from here. (Yes, from my house you can literally walk down to the seashore. Personally I think it's really cool) The bed spread was black with dark blue swirls and dots all over. It was really pretty. Across from my bed were a TV stand and a 38 inch flat screen. At the bottom of the stand were a Wii and a few games such as Wii Sports, Mario Cart, and a couple others on the shelf.
Then I unwrapped myself and wrapped my hair in the towel and opened my closet door. I decided on a layered black and white tank top, skinny jeans, and black boots with a cute little buckle on the sides. (Ya know those skinny jeans that are tight around your thighs and calves that show your curves and all that? Well yea, that type of skinny jeans) I heard little nails clicking the wooden floor right outside my door and it caused a zillion goose bumps to appear all over my body and made me go all rigid. I was relieved that it was just my cat, Morgan. She's a 10-month old gray tabby. A gray tabby that is totally clingy to me and follows me everywhere I go. She trotted into my room and hopped onto my bed without a sound, which was pretty freaky. My hair was all tangled and nasty so I hurried into the bathroom and found a brush and started to untangle the mop before it got all frizzy and out of control.
My bathroom had all white walls; more of a really light gray. I had black tile, with a black rug under the sinks. (Duh) After I put my hair in a high ponytail, I looked at myself in the mirror once more. My small oval face and high cheek bones seemed to fit my shoulders nicely. I had almond eyes, but not too big. They were an ice blue, not white, but not a dark blue. A very light blue. My hair was black and wavy. It was down about 4 inches past my shoulders. I also had finally gotten rid of my acne; probably only temporarily, so might as well make the best of it.
My skin was a light peach, despite I was all White. I pulled out from one of the drawers a little silver box which held all my make-up. I applied a little bit of bronzer, some mascara, and a little bit of sparkly lip gloss and eye liner. (Hey just because I'm 14 doesn't mean I can play around with some girly make-up) My mom wasn't a huge fan of me wearing make-up but she didn't fuss. My mom's name is Stacey Lestat. She works as a surgeon at Memorial Care Hospital. She's been doing it for about 15 years or so. She graduated high school early so she got her college degree early as well, even though she had to spend 6 years in college.
The day seemed to be going to so slow... When I got dressed and all that I looked up at my clock on my wall and it was only 9:15, which meant I did everything in about 15 minutes, though I wasn't one to do things all speedy and stuff. I walked over to Morgan and picked her up. She seemed like she was passed out already so she didn't fuss when I moved her. I carried her out of my room and down the hall to the stairs. We had wooden floors and a little office right across from my room. If you turn right from my room, my mom's bedroom is in there. If you turn left, there are two doors. My bathroom is the first one, and the guest bedroom is the second. The guest bedroom has a built-in bathroom, just like my mom's.
I jogged down the stairs into the living room. The living room was relatively big. It had light beige walls, a big round dark brown clock on the far wall, a large sofa and two loveseats on either side a shade darker or two than the wall, a coffee table the same color as the clock, with a big rug under it if an eve green and different shades of brown and it really seemed to complete the room. And directly to the left of the living room is the kitchen. There's a little step that ends the wooden flooring and it leads to tile.
A light beige tile. We have a little island counter in the middle of the kitchen; its light brown and dark gray and black granite. (Yes, my mom was a fan of the different shades of brown. I agree with her, it's a really pretty color that goes with our house) There's three brown barstool chairs on one side of the island. Of course, brown... but a shade lighter than the clock. You would think I got annoyed with all the brown, but I don't. I think the way she coordinates the house it looks modern and really pretty. We have brown cabinets lining the wall of the kitchen with black little knobs. There was a kitchen table at the far end of the kitchen with the same kinds of chairs as there was on the island.
I placed Morgan on the counter and went to a cupboard and pulled out some Honey Nut Cherios. Morgan was too busy cleaning herself to notice what I pulled out until she heard the cereal shake did she pop her head up and her big gray and pink ears in my direction. She ''mewed'' at me and walked over and rubbed her back against the box, almost making it fall over on the floor. I caught it just in time and pushed Morgan out of the way lightly. She ''mewed'' at me sharper this time and hopped off the counter onto the couch. After eating I poured Morgan's food in her dish and she came over quicker than I've ever seen that lazy cat move. She's like a dog sometimes I swear, she LOVES to eat. It was a Saturday, and I had nothing to do. There was a note on the counter near a phone on the granite. I picked it up and immediately noticed the handwriting that it was my mom's. She has really neat handwriting.
"Hi Lilliana. It's Mom. Just heading off to work. I woke up late so I didn't have time to feed Kelsea down at the stables. You mind doing it for me? I'm sure you don't have anything planned anyway so I think it would give ya something to do. Maybe you should take her out for a ride. She's still young ya know, so she needs her exercise. Well gotta go hunn. Have fun today my Lilly.
Love,
Mom"
Kelsea was a 1 year old Quarter Horse we own. She's technically mine, but Mom usually feeds her before work because I'm usually still sleeping when she wakes up. I miss Kelsea. I haven't seen her in forever! She was pure white with a black nose. She was the most beautiful horse I could own. (Okay, by now, I guess you're thinking I'm rich... I guess I am... But it's not like I live in a mansion. I just live in a big house. Big difference) Mom bought her for me last year for my 13th birthday. I used to visit her at the local stables where I board her right down the block. I usually used to walk there with Morgan at my feet. But lately Mom's been doing the feeding and grooming because I school's really been getting in the way of things.
"C'mon Morgan. We're going to the stables for the day."
Though Morgan was only 10 months she kind of knows some words like... Eat, stables, bed, and... Lilliana. I jogged back upstairs with Morgan's little bell on her collar following shortly behind. I walked in my bathroom to look for my Cowboy hat, but it wasn't in there. When I got into the doorway of my room, Morgan went rigid. The hair on her back spiked up and she hissed at what seemed like nothing in my room. Then as if she were slapped, her tail went under her legs and she ran as fast as I've ever seen her go down the stairs wailing all the way down; something I've never heard her do before. I stared at my bed, and it seemed like nothing was there. Then I could faintly point out that-
My thought was interrupted by scraping of long nails against my wall, and I could see three large gash lines on my wall near my bed as the paint began to shred off. I could feel my body become cold and hard. Then everything was silent. Next to the ash lines, I could make out a blurred figure. I couldn't even scream. I couldn't think. The only thought that I didn't want to come into my mind but did anyway was "I'm not alone. I'm not alone. I'm not alone." And those words kept repeating in my head.
Then I felt a rush of freezing cold air blow past me and I felt as if I'd been punched in the gut 3 times, before I felt peacefulness and alone. I collapsed in the ground to my knees, coughing. Morgan came running up to me after a few seconds of everything seeming normal again. She rubbed her head and body around my arms and legs, "mewing" to me as if to ask if I was okay. I patted her head in agreement that I was, and she sat by my side as I slowly stood up. (Holy crap! That was THE scariest thing I EVER experienced) My heart was pounding in my ears as I wobbled over to my bed and sat down. There was still a chill near my bed but it quickly went away.
I slowly walked over to my wall where the claw marks were and brushed my fingers along it. I thought I was imagining it, but heck no. I flinched away from my wall, ran to grab my hat, and ran out my room and ran toward the stables with my cat following shortly behind me, afraid to look back at the house. As I ran I kept thinking to myself, "This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This is all just a dream. PLEASE let this be a dream!"
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