A knock on her door woke her up. "Monnica, are you up? I was going to head over to the store to pick up some supper and wanted to know what you wanted." her mothers annoying voice could be heard over her IPod, still playing loudly in her ears.
"Pizza." mumbled Monnica, still half asleep.
"But you had pizza last night."
"That's not a full meal, Monnica. How 'bout chicken?"
Monnica rolled her eyes. If her mother knew what to get, why had she woken her up?
"Monnica, are you still up? Is chicken ok?" her mom’s voice came back again.
Monnica tore her light blue comforter off, got out of bed, and stormed to her door, swinging it open to see her mom.
"I don't care." she hissed.
Her mom frowned.
"Well,gosh, Mrs. Grumpy. What bit you in the behind this morning. Chicken it is." she said as she turned and walked down the hall, towards the stairs.
Monnica stood staring blankly at where her mother had stood. Her hand hurt where she was squeezing the door knob. Sighing, she walked over to her oak dresser to pick out the clothes she'd wear to the movies with her best friend, Amy Lynn. She opened the top drawer, the drawer with her shirts, and found a large dark burgundy cloak. She picked it up. It almost perfectly her size, only, a little longer.
Strange, she thought, trying the cloak on. I don't remember buying this...
The cloak tied its belt around her. Monnica pulled and pulled but it remained tied. She ran down stairs into the kitchen, grabbing the scissors out of the drawer. She tried and tried to cut it, but it didn't even damage the fabric.
"Cut OFF!" she pleaded.
She saw a flash from the corner of her eye. She whirled around and noticed a piece of paper on the counter. She slowly approached it, picking it up, staring at the single word in confusion. Up
She bolted up the stairs, picking up the next note. Up
"The roof? I don't know how to get up there"she whispered.
Another flash and a note was front of her, hanging from the wall. Lower, it read.
"The attic? What's up there?" Monnica asked, making her way to the folding attic stairs.
The attic was like any other, overrun with spider webs and junk. She tried standingfully up, but it was to short. She walked over to a desk and sat down in the old, dusty, and uncomfortable chair. A flash made her whirl around in the chair, which made a loud squeaking noise. A man sat by the opening of the stair door. Monnica gasped, and he smirked. His lips began moving as if he were talking, but no sound came out. Then she heard the wind whisper sofly into her ears, Monnica, I have come for you. You are needed to save my world. Find the book of Nove and read the first and last page. As soon as the words were heard, the man diseappered.
Monnica stood up, walking to a random pile of boxes, and pulled out the bottom one.