March 5, 2009
First ever chapter of my new story
I don’t have a name for it, but I think it’s going to be called, Mind Games (not full chapter)
Chapter 1
Please let there be no one here…
We’ll be fine…
This was a time when mind speak wasn’t annoying.
There was a small tinkling sound as Seth kicked a bottle. We froze. We watched in terror as it hit a metal trash can. And that was all it took to set off the dogs.
Run.
I felt my muscles tense when I suddenly was shaken out of my story life.
“Sadie, this is your stop.”
I grabbed my bag and stepped into the gunk filled aisle. I cringed to the right-the cleanest side- and hoped I didn’t step in the remains of crackers, gum, and candy.
Why did I have to sit in the back?
It’s your fault.
Oh shut up Seth.
I gagged as I caught a wiff of a ninth graders gym socks, and I no longer cared about my shoes. I risked going faster and only managed not to trip into the revolting aisle. As soon as I touched the concrete, I turned to the right and started walking.
I watched the sluggish bus making it’s way down the street, wishing it would go faster. Once it turned the corner, I waited a few seconds, and then turned to the right. I cut through the yards of who-knows-how-many people’s yards and found myself standing at the backdoor of a mansion like structure.
For the first time, I saw a sign next to the door;
Private Property
Trespassers will be Punished
I roled my eyes. Punished? Seriously? Almost all the kids here were brats and have never even heard the word “no” before. There was no such thing as punishment in this building. Another sign was posted below this, and I held my breath.
Jacksonville City Orphanage
I shoved open the door and scurried to the cover of the staircase. But it was too late. I was being surrounded by little munchkins, and I was trapped.
“Sadie! Sadie! Sadie! Ahhh! Sadie!”
There was excited yelling, little clawing hands, and big bright eyes all staring up at me. I smiled sheepishly at them. Too young to be orphaned. Who wouldn’t want them? All kids deserved homes.
Melanie saved me from the adrenaline spiked kids, “Come on kids, give Sadie a chance to get to her room at least.”
She smiled at me and led many let-down kids out of the room. I studdied Melanie. She seemed… Older. Gray strands of hair were starting to highlight her raven colored hair, and I remembered her smile. It didn’t seem right. It didn’t touch her eyes. The only thing about her now that passed her for friendly was the gentle way she led the kids out.
I made my way up the winding staircase, letting my hands drag over the dust covered hand rails. I remembered running up and down these stairs as a kid. But now, I was a 14 year old teenager and I didn’t do such child-ish things.
