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“Veronica! You’re going to be late for class!” my moms voice echoed off the walls and skylight in the hall, sounding twice as loud as it should have been. I rolled over and glared at my alarm clock, the neon green numbers informed me that it was 7:46. Too early for me to wake up. And to early for me to care. Not that I had class anyways. I shifted onto my back so that my voice would echo back down the hall, “I don’t have class!” I told her in my scratchy morning voice. She replied, but I was already asleep again.

My eyes opened a few hours later and were met with the same neon numbers, this time indicating that it was 9:30. The sun was leaking through the spaces between my shutters, illuminating the soft yellow walls. Yeah, I painted my room yellow. Morning sunshine yellow, in fact. It was better then the gray sky blue that had decorated my walls a few months earlier. I had an epiphany over the summer and decided that a new school meant new wall colors. After all, I wasn’t going to start university when my room looked like it belonged to a 12 year old. I was mature now. An adult. I could start taking things into my own hands, making my own decisions. And right now, I decided 9:30 was still to early to early to get up. Besides, my alarm clock was set 10 minutes fast, so it was really 9:20.

Unfortunately my dog had other plans for me, and she sat at the bottom of the stairs and barked until she was sure I was out of bed and getting ready to take her for a walk. Standing at the top of the hardwood stairs I glared down at the little schnauzer, her fur was getting shaggy and the snow would get balled up and stick to it. Then I’d have to leave her tied to the door in the entrance hall while it melted, and she’d be cold and wet and miserable. I explained all this to her as I pulled on my jacket, but she didn’t seem to care because she was eagerly scratching at the glass of the front door.

“alright, alright!” I opened the front door for her and she bounded out into the snow, barking loudly to announce her presence to the world. I locked the red and glass door before sticking my cheap headphones in. The wire stiffened in the cold air and bent out at weird angles. I wrestled with it for a bit before giving up and pressing shuffle on my ipod, skipping the first twenty songs until it played one I liked.

Brooklyn lagged behind while we walked around the block. She must have made it her personal goal to smell every individual snowflake this morning. I directed music videos in my head while various songs drowned out the silence of the morning. Eventually, and with much pulling on my part, we made it back home. I fumbled with the key in my frozen hands, dropping it twice before I managed to get the door open. Brooklyn ran into the kitchen and sat in front of the microwave, staring up at the shelf under it where we kept her treats.

“You’re not getting one, dog. Mum gave you one already” she looked at me, then the treats, “I said no!” she continued to stare at them, hoping that maybe her gaze alone would make them fall off the shelf and spill onto the floor. Lucky for her she was too cute and I gave in, giving her a whole cookie which she snarfed down in record time.

I paced back and forth between the fridge and cupboard, deciding that there was nothing worth while to eat for breakfast. I hated breakfast food anyways. I would wait until lunch time, when it was okay to eat pizza without feeling guilty. I was like that with food. There were certain times of the day when eating something was just weird. Like eating pancakes at night. Pancakes were a morning food! You didn’t have them in the evening! Unless of course they were smothered in whipped cream and strawberries. The thought of pancakes and food made my stomach growl, but I was already parked on the couch and wasn’t about to move.

Nothing was on tv. Nothing was ever on tv. Why did they have Tvs anyways if nothing was ever on? I tried the computer, but no one was online. No one was ever online when you wanted them to be. I set my status to away so that I could ignore anyone who I didn’t feel like talking to without feeling guilty and opened Microsoft word to a blank document.

I wondered what my life would be like if I wrote it as a story. Probably really boring. I’d start with something typically lame like me waking up and walking the dog, and then I’d run out of stuff to write about and get board. So I’d change the plot line and turn myself into some super hero, or a ninja or something. A powerful demi-god who was on the verge of blowing up the world, only to fall in love and sacrificing herself so that the lover could live on. Nah, that was lame. Maybe I’d have some cool abilities but not know how to use them, then get visit from some cloaked men who revealed I was secretly the hair to the throne of some alternate reality.

How lame would that be. I closed the document, uninspired and board.

An explosion of sound indicated that my phone was ringing, so I sprinted to the kitchen and picked it up, still plugged to the charger.

“Hello?”

No one answered

“hellloo” I was getting annoyed, but still no answer. I looked at the screen, which said I was connected but didn’t tell me with who.

“alright, I’m hanging up then” I hung up then check my calls list. The last person who called was Steph, and that was yesterday. Stupid phone company screwing up my caller Id. I dropped the phone back down, and it instantly rang again. This time I checked the screen to see who was calling, but all it said was incoming call.

I answered, “You have the wrong number!”

“I have the right number” I couldn’t tell if the person was female or male, foreign or not.

“I’m sorry, but I believe you do”

The person chuckled a bit. They had a gentle deep laugh which sounded a bit threatening, “Believe me. This is the right number, Veronica.”

The only person who called me Veronica, other then my parents was my boyfriend.

“Look Treavor, your not funny, stop ******** around with your voice and my phone” I began to take the phone from my ear, ready to hang up but the person spoke again

“don’t hang up” there was defiantly something threading there. More importantly, how did they know I was going to hang up? I quickly scanned the small forest which bordered my backyard. All I saw was the street and homes on the other side, caked with snow. “I’m not in the forest.” I spun around but there wasn’t anyone at the door. The voice laughed with the soft gentle chuckle, “not there either.”

“You’re just guessing what I’m doing. Your so lame.” maybe that would throw them off a bit. I should hang up. Call someone. Anyone. But I couldn’t’ the voice held me captive.
“You’re talking on your cell phone. Navy blue? I’m surprised you didn’t get orange.”

How did they know my favorite color was orange?

I laughed “you called my cell phone, of course I’d be talking on it. Who is this?”

“ah, your right.” the voice was defiantly male with a slight accent I couldn’t recognize, “I guess that would be obvious. You are wearing dark jeans and your green shirt. There appears to be some strange design on the front…wings and flowers?”

I was creeped out now. They could see me. Clearly. I had been scanning the forest this entire time, there was no place that someone could easily see me without me seeing them. Unless…

I closed my eyes. If they were standing on the roof, they would be able to see through the skylights right into the kitchen. Right where I was standing. My heart began to race, it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I opened my eyes and slowly looked up. No one was there. Relief swept through me and I sunk to the floor, the phone still at my ear.

The gentle voice came on again, “You were closer that time. I’ll give you one more chance to spot me.”

I hung up. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to die. Killed by some creeper. I wanted to run, but if I went outside they would see me. It was bright outside! Almost noon! They wouldn’t kill me in broad daylight. I waited to see if they would call again. They didn’t. I mentally ran though the list of people that I could ask to come over, but they were all at school, or too far away. I needed someone. Anyone right now.

And then someone came. The door didn’t open, the windows stayed shut. But they were there. Standing in my kitchen. I didn’t want to move from my spot on the floor. Didn’t want to turn to see who was there. Even if I wanted to I knew I wouldn’t be able to, fear had frozen my muscles. I was utterly useless and about to die.