Twisted Reality.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Have you ever considered that what happens in books could happen in real life? Maybe you do, but if you don't get ready to change your mind.

Submitted: April 22, 2012

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 This weekend would be like any other, right? On Friday I came back from school ready to go to dance. I chucked my dance outfit, soap, towel and deopdorant into my bag and zipped it up. I ran downstairs and got my jacket, went into the kitchen to get my snack and power drink. Dad normally makes for me and places it beside the fridge, but today he hadn't . He hadn't told me that he had a meeting nor did he say he was going to be late, actually he hadn't said anything at all. Mum was probably still at the hospital, my mum is an A&E doctor and from Friday at 3pm till Monday at around 7am we never see her as she works all day on the weekends. I don't mind that much. I'm pretty proud of my mum in general and admire her. Last year we ran the cancer marathon toghether, it was so much fun (even if we walked parts of it). My brother Kyle is at his friends house and will be back in a few hours. Kyle use to hand around Mark and Jack, but six months ago they started the disgusting habite of smoking and banking off lessons. My brother didn't like what his two best mates had turned into and just stopped talking to them. He said he did it as being a good example for me, but to be honest I know how much he misses them. Not the bad type Mark and Jack but the old type. They were friends ever since year one and now they are in like year 11.

I opened the cupboard and got out some biscuits, then filled my water bottle up and got my keys to go. When I opened the front door I realised there was a dark blue BMW with a woman inside, she was wearing sunglasses and her hair was bright red and extremly curly. The onnly reason I had noticed her was because I had seen her somewhere before, but couldn't remeber. I locked the door and made my way to Catherine's house. Cath is my best friend, she is really nice and friendly, but also very shy. In dance though she turns into a very confident person and knows what to do. We met about seven years ago, when we where in year 3. We both had been in the same gymnastics and tumbling classes and as we got older we joined the local dance club. Every now and then we go to competitions, just last week we came 3rd out of another 28 dance groups from ages 12-15. Even though we don't go to the same school, we see each other every day or every other day.

I rang Cath's doorbell and Mrs White opened the door. "Hello Amanda! Oh..." she looked different today, I couldn't tell how though "Catherine isn't going to dance today..she has gone." I didn't understand.

"Gone where Mrs White?" I asked wondering why I didn't know this already.

"She left for Paris today with her father, she will be there for weeks. Bye bye, I will tell her you came by." and she closed the door. Now why hadn't Cath told me any of this? I had reached the end of the street and decided to turn around. At that point I could see Mrs White talking to the lady with the bright red hair I saw earlier. That seemed weird. I didn't know what was going on. So, I tried to think harder, was the bright haired lady something to do with Cath's abscence? I truly didn't know what was going on. I lived a fairly normal life, I didn't know what was wrong today. It was all so confusing and made my head buzz. By the time I was at my dance class I had  a major headache killing all my thoughts away.

After dance I came home to find all the lights off and no one inside. "Dad? Kyle?" I even shouted mum even though I knew she wouldn't be here. No answers. There weren't any messages or any notes left. Suddenly the door bell rung, so instead of opening it, I ran upstairs to see from the window who it was. To my suprise it was the very curly red haired lady. I opened the window "Who are you and what do you what?" I shouted. She looked up at me and I could see her ocean deep eyes. "Listen-come and open the door so I can talk to you properly." I thought about what she said and stared at her.


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