Chapter 2: weird

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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School went by fast. Faster than normal. Maybe it went by so fast because I finally had something to look forward to after school.

Avery and I are waiting for her car in the parking lot. I called my mom and told her that Avery will drive me home, so she did not need to worry about it. 

 “So, how come you don’t have a car of your own,” I ask Avery.

She looks at the ground not meeting my eyes and replies, “Don’t need one.” 

 “You're telling me you don’t need a car?”  I blink at her in surprise. 

She kicks a rock under her foot and says “That’s not it, I... I destroyed my last car, so my parents aren’t letting me have another one.”

“Oh,” is the only thing I could say to that. 

“How did you do it, did you get hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt,” she says, as she continues to kick more rocks. 

I note that she did not tell me how she destroyed her car. We went quiet again listening to any sound of a car. Suddenly she stood up.

“Avery, are you okay?” I ask, a little confused. 

“Yeah, I’m fine… there is something you need to know about my family,”  she says and reaches her hand down to help me stand up,  “they can be... hm, how do I say this... they can be sometimes-”

“Weird.” I finished the sentence for her. 

“Yeah, weird, if that is the right word to describe them.”

“What do you mean?” I ask. 

But that’s when a car pulls up.


 

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I think it is Avery’s mom driving the car, but she looks nothing like her. She had shiny black hair and green eyes, while Avery had brown hair and glowing brown eyes. 

The drive to Avery’s house was silent. Soon we drove on to a driveway. The driveway had blood-red flowers growing on each side. The house is enormous. It’s at least two stories. 

The car stops, Avery and I get out and she says “Well, Aurora, welcome to my house.”

Her, what I think is, mom stops walking toward the door which has the same color paint as the blood-red flowers. She turns on her heel. She looks at me, but her stare does not focus on my eyes. It is like her eyes are looking right through me. It creeps me out.

Aurora, that’s a pretty name,” she says in a soft voice that sounds like a songbird, “call me Lydia.” 

She opens the door. I take a while to get myself moving. I am so confused. Avery touches my arm and I jump a little. 

“Don’t mind her,” she whispers to me. 

I shake my head and smile at her. I hope it’s a -I’m not freaked out at all- smile. She leads me to her kitchen. The room had an island in the middle. Near the island is a maybe 25 or 27 years old shirtless guy. He is leaning against the island smiling at us with playful blue eyes. He had muscle covering every part of his jest. 

“Dad, can you please put on a shirt? We have company” Avery says with a giggle when she sees me staring at him.

Her dad, who looks nothing like her, pushes himself off the island and walks toward me. His blond hair bouncing with his movement. 

“Hi, you must be the girl Avery was talking about.” He says with a muscular voice.

He takes my hand in his. His hand felt soft, not what I expected. He held my hands in his like it is something breakable and shakes it lightly.

 “It is very nice to meet you, I am Phil,” he says with a playfulness still dancing in his eyes, “and you are Aurora, right?” 

I look at my hands in his.

“Umm… yes, sir,”  I replied.

Phil chuckles “None of that, call me Phil, not sir.”

 He winks at me and lets go of my hand. Just like that he walks away. I raise my eyebrows. Ok..., weird.

“Avery, your brother will be here briefly,” Lydia says in her gentle voice from the dining room. 

“Okay, mom,” Avery says.

She looks at me, “Do you want to see my room?”

“Sure,” I reply

 

Avery takes me through the dining room that looks like nobody ever set foot in. Everything in the room looks untouched and there was not even a cup of tea or coffee on the small table. Lydia is sitting on one coach and she still did not look directly at me.  Avery then turns a corner to a hallway, and I then froze.

The set of stairs is in front of us. I stare at them and I swear I can hear a whisper coming from the room up these stairs. I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Is your room up there?” I ask Avery.

“No, that’s my brother’s.” Avery replies “Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering,” I say.

I felt like the whispering was calling my name. You are just making that up. I told myself and followed Avery to another corner.

This time we stop in front of a vanilla color door with a gold handle.

“Okay, this is my room,” Avery says as she is opening the door.

The door opens, and so does my mouth. Wow.

The room is gigantic. It looks like you could fight an entire apartment in it. But that is not the only thing that caught my eyes. It was the bed that looked so soft and welcoming that just staring at it made me sleepy. It had pink cotton candy color sheets and a lot of pillows at the head of the bed. It looks amazing.

Avery walks to the bed and sits down.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Avery says.

I walk across the room and sit on the bed with her. The matres give in with my weight. So soft.

“So, this is your room?” I say.

Avery nods her head with a smile.

I smile back at her “It’s huge!”

“I know,” she replies and then laughs.

I don’t know what is so funny, but I laugh with her.

“W... what’s ... so funny.” I manage to say between my giggles.

“Nothing...” She says as she tries to catch her breath, “It’s just your face when I open the door...”

“Yeah, I know,” I say, and keep looking around, “the room is just enormous.”

I suddenly notice an open suitcase in the room's corner full of clothes.

“Are you going somewhere?” I ask.

“hmm?” Avery says looking confused.

I point at the corner, “That suitcase, are you going somewhere?”

She looks where I am pointing and shakes her head. She didn’t shake it to answer my question, but like she forgot to do something with the suitcase. Maybe like, hide the suitcase.

That is also when I realize the entire room looks naked. There aren’t any pictures and makeup on a vintage dresser. When I first looked at it I thought she is just a very tidy girl, but the room does not look like she put herself into it. It did not have her charm.

I look at her to ask why her room looks so undecorated. Why does it look more like a guest room instead of her bedroom?

Before I could form the words, I suddenly struggled to breathe. In the distance, I hear Avery calling my name. She sounds so far away.

Aurora, Aurora, are you ok?” Avery’s worried voice finally enters my ears and I can make out what she is saying.

I also start breathing normally again.

“Yeah... I’m fine.” I say trying to control my breathing.

What was that? Why did I struggle to breathe suddenly?

It was not just the breathing, it felt like a powerful force entered the room and somehow it affected me. 

I clear my throat,“I’m fine.” 

“Girls, the boys are here.” Lydia's tender voice enters the room.

School went by fast. Faster than normal. Maybe it went by so fast because I finally had something to look forward to after school.

Avery and I are waiting for her car in the parking lot. I called my mom and told her that Avery will drive me home, so she did not need to worry about it. 

“So, how come you don’t have a car of your own,” I ask Avery.

She looks at the ground not meeting my eyes and replies, “Don’t need one.” 

“You're telling me you don’t need a car?”  I blink at her in surprise. 

She kicks a rock under her foot and says “That’s not it, I... I destroyed my last car, so my parents aren’t letting me have another one.”

“Oh,” is the only thing I could say to that. 

“How did you do it, did you get hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt,” she says, as she continues to kick more rocks. 

I note that she did not tell me how she destroyed her car. We went quiet again listening to any sound of a car. Suddenly she stood up.

“Avery, are you okay?” I ask, a little confused. 

“Yeah, I’m fine… there is something you need to know about my family,”  she says and reaches her hand down to help me stand up,  “they can be... hm, how do I say this... they can be sometimes-”

“Weird.” I finished the sentence for her. 

“Yeah, weird, if that is the right word to describe them.”

“What do you mean?” I ask. 

But that’s when a car pulls up.

 

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I think it is Avery’s mom driving the car, but she looks nothing like her. She had shiny black hair and green eyes, while Avery had brown hair and glowing brown eyes. 

The drive to Avery’s house was silent. Soon we drove on to a driveway. The driveway had blood-red flowers growing on each side. The house is enormous. It’s at least two stories. 

The car stops, Avery and I get out and she says “Well, Aurora, welcome to my house.”

Her, what I think is, mom stops walking toward the door which has the same color paint as the blood-red flowers. She turns on her heel. She looks at me, but her stare does not focus on my eyes. It is like her eyes are looking right through me. It creeps me out.

Aurora, that’s a pretty name,” she says in a soft voice that sounds like a songbird, “call me Lydia.” 

She opens the door. I take a while to get myself moving. I am so confused. Avery touches my arm and I jump a little. 

“Don’t mind her,” she whispers to me. 

I shake my head and smile at her. I hope it’s a -I’m not freaked out at all- smile. She leads me to her kitchen. The room had an island in the middle. Near the island is a maybe 25 or 27 years old shirtless guy. He is leaning against the island smiling at us with playful blue eyes. He had muscle covering every part of his jest. 

“Dad, can you please put on a shirt? We have company” Avery says with a giggle when she sees me staring at him.

Her dad, who looks nothing like her, pushes himself off the island and walks toward me. His blond hair bouncing with his movement. 

“Hi, you must be the girl Avery was talking about.” He says with a muscular voice.

He takes my hand in his. His hand felt soft, not what I expected. He held my hands in his like it is something breakable and shakes it lightly.

 “It is very nice to meet you, I am Phil,” he says with a playfulness still dancing in his eyes, “and you are , right?” 

I look at my hands in his.

“Umm… yes, sir,”  I replied.

Phil chuckles “None of that, call me Phil, not sir.”

He winks at me and lets go of my hand. Just like that he walks away. I raise my eyebrows. Ok..., weird.

“Avery, your brother will be here briefly,” Lydia says in her gentle voice from the dining room. 

“Okay, mom,” Avery says.

She looks at me, “Do you want to see my room?”

“Sure,” I reply

 

Avery takes me through the dining room that looks like nobody ever set foot in. Everything in the room looks untouched and there was not even a cup of tea or coffee on the small table. Lydia is sitting on one coach and she still did not look directly at me.  Avery then turns a corner to a hallway, and I then froze.

The set of stairs is in front of us. I stare at them and I swear I can hear a whisper coming from the room up these stairs. I swallow the lump in my throat.

  “Is your room up there?” I ask Avery.

“No, that’s my brother’s.” Avery replies “Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering,” I say.

I felt like the whispering was calling my name. You are just making that up. I told myself and followed Avery to another corner.

This time we stop in front of a vanilla color door with a gold handle.

“Okay, this is my room,” Avery says as she is opening the door.

The door opens, and so does my mouth. Wow.

The room is gigantic. It looks like you could fight an entire apartment in it. But that is not the only thing that caught my eyes. It was the bed that looked so soft and welcoming that just staring at it made me sleepy. It had pink cotton candy color sheets and a lot of pillows at the head of the bed. It looks amazing.

Avery walks to the bed and sits down.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Avery says.

I walk across the room and sit on the bed with her. The matres give in with my weight. So soft.

“So, this is your room?” I say.

Avery nods her head with a smile.

I smile back at her “It’s huge!”

“I know,” she replies and then laughs.

I don’t know what is so funny, but I laugh with her.

“W... what’s ... so funny.” I manage to say between my giggles.

“Nothing...” She says as she tries to catch her breath, “It’s just your face when I open the door...”

“Yeah, I know,” I say, and keep looking around, “the room is just enormous.”

I suddenly notice an open suitcase in the room's corner full of clothes.

“Are you going somewhere?” I ask.

“hmm?” Avery says looking confused.

I point at the corner, “That suitcase, are you going somewhere?”

She looks where I am pointing and shakes her head. She didn’t shake it to answer my question, but like she forgot to do something with the suitcase. Maybe like, hide the suitcase.

That is also when I realize the entire room looks naked. There aren’t any pictures and makeup on a vintage dresser. When I first looked at it I thought she is just a very tidy girl, but the room does not look like she put herself into it. It did not have her charm.

I look at her to ask why her room looks so undecorated. Why does it look more like a guest room instead of her bedroom?

Before I could form the words, I suddenly struggled to breathe. In the distance, I hear Avery calling my name. She sounds so far away.

Aurora, Aurora, are you ok?” Avery’s worried voice finally enters my ears and I can make out what she is saying.

I also start breathing normally again.

“Yeah... I’m fine.” I say trying to control my breathing.

What was that? Why did I struggle to breathe suddenly?

It was not just the breathing, it felt like a powerful force entered the room and somehow it affected me. 

I clear my throat,“I’m fine.” 

“Girls, the boys are here.” Lydia's tender voice enters the room.

 


Submitted: January 15, 2021

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