Hours had passed since we embarked on this journey but we are nowhere close to our destination. The journey seems endless and my feet feel numb for sitting too long.
"How long till we get there dad?" I asked with a grunt to show my discomfort.
"Very soon Mona." He replied while adjusting the car rear-view mirror so he could see my face while Mom gave me a pleading look.
After minutes of driving on the highway, dad pulls off the tarred road at a sign that reads 'Welcome To Denvon Community' and into a dirty muddy road. The more we continue down the road, the more it feels like we are leaving civilization behind.
Both sides of the road are lined with tall trees and all there is to see is a very thick forest that goes as long as the eye could see.
I roll down the left door window and put my face out of it.
I can feel the wind on my face and the fresh intoxicating smell of nature filled my nostrils; I'm a lover of nature.
As mad as I am with moving, this place feels oddly welcoming to me and despite the fact that it's beyond civilization and nothing like Chutterston, my old home, I feel I might like it here too.
"Roll the glass up Amar, it's dangerous to do that in a place like this." Mom warned.
Dad prefers to call me Mona, a pet name I had grown to love while mom will only call the short form of my name, 'Calling Amaris is too mouthful.' she claimed.
I rolled the glass up and rest my head on it, immediately missing the fresh air coming from the forest.
I didn't realize when I fell asleep but I woke up to the call of my name.
"We are here Mona," Dad called out to me excitedly while knocking on the car door.
I open my eyes lazily and open the door, putting only my left foot out.
"C'mon Amar, don't be too lazy." Mom said impatiently from the other side of the car when I remain unmoving.
I put my other leg out then brace myself with the door and stood up from my sitting position, moving away from the car in a lazy manner.
Urghh! My bones felt stiff.
"How long have I been out?" I asked in-between a yawn while stretching my limbs.
"Long enough for us to offload everything in the car." Came mom's curt reply.
I must have been really tired to have passed out like that.
"Don't be too harsh Laura, she's just exhausted by the long trip, we all are." Dad put in for me and I gave him a thankful look which he acknowledged with a nod. He's always there to save me from Mom's tongue-lashing.
"Then she shouldn't just stand there like she's got nothing to do, she should get started with moving the bags in. We are not going to leave them all out, are we?"
I took my time to take in the features of the house which is a brown roofed old bungalow coated in French gray paint faded by sunlight, with a brown wooden door and a parking shade that wouldn't admit two cars. The house stood in a clearing but not too far away from the trees. I wasn't expecting much for a place like this.
I pick up an old duffel bag lying next to me to avoid more complaint from mom and drag it into the house because of its heaviness.
Mom can be strict sometimes, but Dad is the complete opposite of her, gentle and more affectionate. I often wonder how the two of them ended up together.
The interior of the house is nothing short of my expectations. The living room is rounded with two double-seater and three single-seater sofas and a round wooden center table with an empty flower vase placed on it. The master bedroom is in line with the kitchen and the living room separated it from the two other rooms, one of which I have to choose from. The kitchen is adjoined together with the dining and doesn't have much furniture except for a few wall shelves, a small kitchen freezer placed beside the dishwasher with a mini oven placed on a shelf right above it while the dining has four wooden chairs and a rectangular table with wooden legs but with a glass surface. Everything else in here seems t
"Hello! Anyone here?" I called out into space and was responded by the echo of my voice. I found myself in a void dark place that I'm guessing to be an empty room, judging from how loud my voice echoed. I remember falling and hitting my head on the floor and the side of my head still hurt from the impact but, I don't remember coming to this place. 'Could this be the room I was checking out? Then dad must be somewhere near' I thought to myself. "Dad where are you?" I called again and I got the same response, echoes. I feel the need to get out of this room. Something isn't right here, I can feel it in my bones. The exit should be somewhere near. It's eerily dark and the darkness makes me uneasy. I moved a few meters north but I couldn't find the door. I changed my direction and moved south and still couldn't feel a thing with my hands.
Run! That's exactly the only word my muddled up mind has been screaming but I couldn't will my legs to obey the command, and even if I do, to where? I remained rooted to my spot while my heart continues to drum crazily in my chest. It talked! I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the creepy foghorn voice, a voice that could make the strongest of men crumble with fear, until I heard it speak again. The voice sends shivers of fear down my spine whilst the temperature around me drops and the atmosphere became freezing cold. "You're growing. Faster than I had imagined," it said, pausing for a second before it continues, "It's almost time and I can't wait to do it all over again." I flinched. I can feel its burning gaze on me although I don't know what its face looks like and the voice of it I cannot distinguish, all I could do is to sta
Laura's POV "Put your mind at rest Laura, the doctor said she'll be fine," Mark reassured, holding my hand in his and drawing me close to him so my head rests on his chest. Amar has been out for fifteen hours and I haven't blinked since then. We are still at loss to what happened to her in the room before her deafening scream rang through the house and we found her right in the middle of the room lying motionlessly on the floor. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" he asked with a worried look on his stressed face. We are both stressed. "No," I replied looking away from him and back to my daughter. Over the past few hours, she has unconsciously been fighting herself on the bed and the doctor had to use restraint to prevent her from injuring herself. "Now am worried for you Laura, you haven't slept nor eaten anythin
"Morning mom." I greeted picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the dining before drawing the wooden chair backward to make space for my feet while I sit. "Morning dear. Do you feel any different?" She questioned. To be honest, she's been suffocating me with questions since I got back home from the hospital. I understand that she's worried about me like a mother should be but, this is unlike her, she doesn't put her emotions on display like she's doing right now, she hides them perfectly. I'm not just used to this side of her. "Where is dad?" I asked ignoring her question. She looked up to stare at me for some seconds before replying. "He's outside trying to get the car ready for you. He volunteered to take you down to school himself so you don't have to wait for the bus." He did? What about work, wouldn't he be late? I wondered o
I stood in awe, marveling at the beauty and architectural design of the hallway. Wow! The word escaped my lip before I could stop it. Beauty is an understatement for a place like this. I wasn't expecting a building so old to have such a unique and amazing interior. The long hallway was lined with different works of art, ranging from sculptures to paintings. My old school wasn't even half as beautiful. "Excuse me," I stopped an average height blonde girl with freckles and dark chocolate hair packed in a tight bun. "Can you point the principal's office to me please?" I asked. She stared at me for what seems to be like an eternity with intense curiosity in her eyes, murmuring incoherent words. I could only pick a few lines from what she was saying. "...for the time has come for the awakening
Amaris's POV How can this much beauty and perfection be awarded to a man, just one, out of billions? It's moments like this that do make me wonder if God takes a special time off to create some people. I feel he's partial when it comes to allocating beauty to his creations. I've countlessly found myself envying the beauty of Ariana Grande and Shakira, the hotness of Zayn and Drake, but the masterpiece in front of me is.. damn! He's super hot. Perfection is at its peak when it comes to him. If truly gods still thread the surface of the earth, I'm sure standing in front of one. His dark chocolate hair was styled into a side fringe while his low chin strap beard leans across his sharp jawlines, making his triangular-shaped face more pronounced. Mine, He stated. His voice sounded more like a growl which is
"You missed the first class for the day." The principal whom I now know as Mr. Russel said, handing my timetable and locker's key over to me. He walked towards the door and I follow suit and we both stepped outside. I was disappointed when I met with the absence of the strange guy. This feeling of disappointment is meaningless. Why do I have to feel that way for a stranger? I questioned myself. Mr. Russel lead me through the big hallway till we reached a big stained glass door with flower intricate, he stepped into the classroom and all the students chorused their greetings. "Well," he started, "we have a new student on transfer and she will be joining this class. Introduce yourself please." He concluded, stepping aside for me to take the lead.