I could feel the air around me
thick and dry. I could hear the hot air, bursting vastly out of
the heating duct on the floor about 5 feet in front of me. My
cold breath formed a small cloud in front of my face when I
breathed. My arms folded tightly in front of me. My eyes scanned
the room, wide, dark, silent, and utterly empty, not a piece of
I had been walking home from
Mallory Pukkets, where I stayed the night before because my
mother had to work and she thought it would be a good idea for me
to stay there.
I met Mallory when I was eleven;
some how she managed to become my best friend ever.
It was so cold out that day, so
cold, that they had already closed school for Monday. I could
have waited for the blizzard to stop, but I just wanted to get
home. You see I have a problem with staying at other peoples
houses, it freaks me out. I have no idea why, ever since I was
little, I was scared to stay at any other house but mine.
I blinked, and realized that the
heat was running threw my body. I somehow found out how to turn
on the heat when I got to the house. I was surprised it was still
able to turn on, the house looked abandon for at least twenty
I unfolded my arms slowly because;
they were stiff and slightly ached. Wiggled my numb fingers, and
my toes in my gray, bear paw boots.
My cheeks tingled, and my ears that
were covered by the embarrassing, blue, green and red nit hat by
mother had bought for me. You know the hats with the long dog ear
like sides that go past your shoulders and the big puffy,
wobbling, ball right on the center of your head...
I had to admit I was glad to have
worn it, even if, it was totally not cool. I licked my chapped
lips that stung, when my warm tongue touched them...
I breathed a deep breath in, my
throat dry and sore. I felt my phone vibrating in my left jeans
pocket. I absently mindedly pulled it out while staring at the
wall, then tilted my head to look at the bright blue screen after
I clicked, OPEN.
I am going to be home late, around
11 o'clock, so find something to eat tonight. Love you sweet
For some odd reason my mom had to
text in full words, and sentences, I never understood why. But I
numbly replied back with my thumb...
Yh, yh, love you. Il hve smthin out
4 u 2 eat.\par
I knew I would need to leave the
warm house soon, it was around four in the afternoon, and I could
not stay there forever. Someone might notice the heater running
in the old house.
I sighed, and forced my self to
walk back down the hallway, lift my hand, and push the tiny red
My ears heard the heater slowly
stop, and then everything was silent.
The warmth in the house remained as
I walked back out to the large room, and stared at the big, old,
wooden door relentlessly...
"You have to leave at some
point..." I whispered to my self.
I walked forward, reached a hand
out, touched the still slightly cool brass doorknob, and in about
a second, cold, icy, whiplash hit my face, rippling my long hair
I blinked, the snow storm was gone,
everything was silent, but the sound of whistling wind. The snow
was flat, bored on ground, piled about a foot. The sky, dark blue
and the clouds whispery gray.
The air, cold, thin, and
I stepped out the door, closing it
behind me, looking around. The heat was slowly seeping out of my
body, as I breathed; fog in front of my face was there. I walked
off the big brown porch, my feet making cracking noises as I
walked along the snow, my feet going deep into the white, frozen
Cars went by, faster then they
should with the road being icy, and slick. I continued walking
and turned left at the end of the drive way, going down the side
walk. My house was only two streets down.
Morgan Drive, my house was the 3rd
house down on the left side. Its color, a dirty white, with light
blue shutters, a blue door, and frame, a small one car garage, a
good sized back yard, and a garden, like every house on our
street. My mother said, no need to paint the house, or change
anything, it's cute the way it is. But I know it's because she
sucks at painting, and yet won't let anyone else do things for
The only thing different about out
house, is the big, apple tree, on the left of our back yard,
where a swing sits, the color of honey. I could see how the grass
in the summer time would be, bright green, unlike most of the
yards on our street. But that was because my mom always takes
care of the grass...
I only had half of a street to go
before I would be at my house. My fingers were numb again, my
face cold as dead December... I was thinking of warm hot coco and
brownies. I was also thinking of, Daniel Joshua, who lived two
houses down from me. He used to come over allot in the summer,
during middle school to play in our sprinkler. We were best
friends that summer and all 8th grades, but after middle school,
he became too involved with Madeline Parker, and football, to
remember me and the sprinkler.
My mom still asked about Daniel, I
would just shake my head, roll my eyes, she would smile, and talk
about how she misses making Daniel and me her super sweet
lemonade he always wanted. I would my tongue out and make a sour
She would laugh...
I sighed as I walked up my from
steps, unlocked the door, and the warm, comforting feeling hit my
face. I hurried in as fast as my frozen muscles would allow me
to, closed the door locked it, and threw my coat and hat off,
sliding my boots off and putting them by the heating duct behind
the couch. Every inch of skin on my body was tingling. I rubbed
my hands together. Blinking, even my eye lashes where covered in
a thin layer of crystals.
After a moment of standing by the
heater, I made my way up the stairs, and into the big, blue and
white bathroom, with bright tiled flooring. Looking into the
clear, smooth mirror in front of the sink. The light milk pale
skin on my face was still flushed, slightly, my cheeks, pink, and
my nose, but that was it. My eyes, wide, and as green as
emeralds, with long black baby lashes. My lips dark pink, and
slightly purple. My hair was sticking up in little tuffs at the
top, from the hat.\par
Its long, dark oaker brown,
strands, reached my waist in locks resembling spirals of
I had on a pale gray long sleeve V
neck shirt, and black jeans.
I pressed the palms of my hands to
my face, distorting it almost. I smiled a little, my bright white
teeth lighter then my skin. Unlike most, I had never had braces;
my teeth were just perfect, even if no one noticed me anyway.
Honestly, people are more likely to notice some weirdo with
braces and messed up hair, then some one with perfect teeth, and
long beautiful hair that she had been taking care of since she
was born, that has NEVER been cut.
I shrugged looking at the mirror.
Turned and walked down the hallway, opening my bedroom door. My
rooms walls were bright red, with a black rose painted on the
center of each wall, and small black words everywhere on them,
repeating, love, pain, forever, roses, beautiful, mystic, energy
and hope, over and over, running into each other at points. I had
done it my self, with the help of Mallory, a awesome painter if I
There was a queen sized bed in the
center on the north wall, with red and black pillows and blanket.
A big heart pillow in the center. A black desk, with a gray apple
laptop in it, and a spinning chair. A two bean bags my the window
on the south wall, a dresser and standing lamp on the west wall,
and a walk in closet on the east wall by the door, along with a
small bookcase filled top to bottom. A stereo on the book case,
and a jewelry box next to it.
I looked at the clock on the
dresser that said, five-thirteen PM. I sighed sitting down on the
bed, trying to figure out what to make, running my hands threw my
hair. I was pretty warm, just the tips of my fingers still numb.
My moms favorite food was pasta, mine a little strange, double
cheese pizza drenched in honey barbeque sauce. So I decided to
order me a pizza and make my mom a bowl of Raymond noodles for
when she got home.
After was I done eating it was past
seven? I was about to get up, when I thought I heard a voice. I
shrugged it off but then heard it again, I stood from my seat on
the couch, muting the T.V, and looking around listening, I was
deep in listening, as I rounded the corner to the kitchen I felt
like something was there, just as I was about to look, my phone
buzzed. I blinked standing up straight, getting my phone from my
pocket and reading the message.
Hey! Wnt me 2 pck u up 4 skool
tomrrw, they jst said on the news its been chnged, no snow
tomrrow, an itll b wrmer?