I wrote this like two years ago so normally I wouldn't put this up, and I was never planning on putting it up. However, my friend won't read it until I do.... So here it is. 

I'm wandering down an empty path, trying to find my way. It's dark outside now and I know Layona will be "pissed" off with me. The thing is, it wasn't my fault. Jacob wouldn't leave me alone and I had to keep running on for forever just to get away from him. Sighing, I walk up the steps of my creepy house. We, meaning my sister and I, lived in a shabby little house that was literally falling apart little by little each day. To top it all off, we live next to the cemetery and on the outside our town, Maiva. 

We lived in this tiny town for about 5 years now. I'm seventeen and Layona is 28. We used to live with the evil queen, also known as Aunt Beatrice. She always whipped me with this paddle if I didn't do something to her liking or if I didn't do something fast enough. It was a living nightmare and I am so happy that Layona was able to get me away from there. You see, Layona has been over the age for a long while obviously, but she was fighting a losing battle against my aunt for custody of me. Layona was able to get me when it came to light that my aunt was beating me; I am happy I am far away from her.   

I normally go to High School in the city, which is 10 minutes away in a car, 35 on foot, if you're walking fast. My High School is called Givana Blanc. A boys and girls school that is for the rich and talented, I'm there on scholarship. It is also known as the Death Sentence, any bad boy or girl that goes there, comes back all prissy. It's scary like that, but I, in fact, like things that are scaring or black or blue or black and blue.

I snapped out of thinking by the front door creeping open. I looked up and found my older sister standing in front of me. She was 5'11" tall, had blonde curly hair, goggle glasses and dressed in baggy guy clothes. If she dressed in girl clothes and got rid of her glasses, she would have been mistaken for a model, a very hot model. She had a mad face on, and was glaring at me. She never is mad at me, but if you pissed her off, your death will be painfully slow. I sighed slowly, saying, "Jacob was chasing me again and I couldn't allow him to know where I live, now could I?"

Her features soften up, "Is that the one with the crazy hair and even crazier crush on you from school." She asked. "Yes," I replied, annoyed. My sister loved to tease me about having boy problems. Everywhere I went there was at least one boy staring at me. I mean I'm not pretty or anything, I'm not even cute. Though I did have Strawberry blonde hair and the bluest eyes you ever seen, every thing else on my body was plain. I was almost as straight as a post, my nose was button sized; I had full lips that are cranked and won't go away; weird pointy ears like an elves; a heart shaped face that is more like an oval; long hair the reached my past my bottom and curled at the end and I normally put in a pony tail. I mostly wore black and blue clothing.

Today I was wearing a black and blue dress that came past my knees, and black and blue heart leggings with blue knee high boots and a black shawl. At our school, though really strange, we don't have uniforms. I really like that fact because about 25 years ago, they did have uniforms and they were the most horrific things on the planet, I tell you.

Anyway I go inside and settle down on the couch. "Aliceta, did you have any homework?" my sister asked me. Annoyed, I shot, "Loyana! I told you to call me Alice. I don't like Aliceta, and no, I have no homework." Loyana was taken back and then she smiled. "Fine, but you have to call me Yana then." She told me. I grumbled a fine and headed of the kitchen to grab something to eat. My tummy growled while I was picking between a batch of cookies or a couple of apples. I grabbed the cookies and went to my bedroom. It was small and only had a bed, a dresser and a small table. The small table was usually where I did all my homework and my drawings.

I normally drew crazy drawings of stuff that is in my sleep. Stuff like blue striped white smiling cats, blue all-knowing caterpillar, a crazy handsome man who always talks about teatime and the list goes on and on. I got undressed and hit the shower down the hall. My sister isn't home since it was 10 o'clock and she works the night shift at Milksin's drive thru. It's the only fast food restaurant here.

While soaking in the shower, I thought about what the doctor said the week before. He said that I was going crazy and that if I didn't stop thinking about my dreams, I would go to the mental institution. As I got out of the shower, I got angry about it and hit the wall. Sadly, the wall had a giant hole in it and I knew I would not get by with this one. I had a little bit of anger issues and had training in Tai Kwan Do and karate. So a lot of the furniture we had got destroyed by me.

I suddenly got chilly and decided that it was best for me to get dressed. I got my Pjs on and got in bed. My pajamas were a light blue gown that went to my heels and some black slippers. I started to think about the moon and how it was supposed to shine thru my window, when I heard a sound coming down the hall.

I slowly got up and walked to the door, careful not to step on one of the weak floorboards. I peeked thru the crack in the door, that I always had open, and looked in the hallway. To my surprise, I found a bunny sitting by the door to the closet. I opened the door, stepped out of my bedroom and walked to the bunny. As I got closer to the bunny, I saw a coat on it. I thought that it was strange. Why would a white bunny have a blood red coat on or a coat on at all?

I reached down and touched the bunnyand was shocked, actually shocked. I jump back and looked up right when the bunnywent through the closet door. It was just locked. Curious, I walked to the doorand looked in. I slipped and fell, expecting to hit the floor instead I kept onfalling, down and down I went. It went on for so long that I fell asleepbecause I was so tired. I didn't even stir when I hit the floor.