Chapter one of my book!

Chapter 1: What is happening?

Alice sat next to me, patting my back as I cried “Phoebe don’t worry it was a sick joke! It has to end soon” Feeling her hand rub my back as I had my head buried in my arms on my desk, Putting my head up softly my eyes squinted and I began to talk trying not to sound like I was crying “Really! And what if it doesn’t” I shouted. Thank god the class room was empty. “It’s all my Moms fault!” Alice stopped rubbing my back as if she was offended by my rude comment for my mother to be offended from. “You are impossible to help!” she stammered “Always blaming it on somebody, Fix it yourself!” Alice said as the grabbed her red coat and walked out the class room.

That was the Alice I knew! We could never fix things or have a fight without her doing something dramatic. Wiping my face from the tears I looked at my reflection in the mirror “Shit” My mascara was running “They said this was water proof!” Seeing Alice on a bench outside I smiled. She smiled back too.

I walked home in the rain, what happened to a perfectly nice sunny day? Looking down I saw my red chucks covered in mud. Personally I was too scared to go home, seeing my Mom. I bet the teacher gave her a ring. To tell her what happened. A soft buzzing noise came from my back pocket of my pants. Picking it up I saw it was my Mom calling. Hesitating to answer I pressed talk “Hello, you’ve got to Phoebe’s voicemail. Please...” I was cut off by my Mom. “Honey that’s not your voicemail” I paused and squinted my eyes. Still standing in the rain.  “What!” I waited for my mom to answer “I am out tonight so I am just picking stuff up from the store so let yourself in” She hung up. Rolling my eyes, out again!

The tall brown oak door of my home stood in front of me, like a monster I was powerless over. Clenching my fists I grabbed the keys and opened the door. I hated every inch of this home. “Hello!” I shouted even though I knew nobody was there. I was wrong. “Yes” said a deep man’s voice. “Oh...John” Damn my dad was home, although I wasn’t so sure about that. I had none of his looks what so ever. I had my mums eyes and mouth. But not her hair colour or nose. And it sure wasn’t his.  My black hair covered my face “Mom said I was alone” I said softly “Ahh...well she was wrong” I squinted my eyes “Obviously” I said.

John treat me like some mental kid who has no feelings only pity. As if I was some E.M.O freak, well I was sort of E.M.O with the long straight black hair, only ever wearing black. But I sure as hell wasn’t the freak part of the name.

Dropping my bag down I walked up stairs, eyes stuck on John. Staring back John hissed “Git child!” A feeling filled my body “I am not a child!” I screamed back. Nobody understood.

My room was covered in posters of celebrities, books and movies. Only I wasn’t interested in half of them. The big queen sized bed was in the left corner of my room, a completely white bed. Nothing but a handmade quilt and an old dolly, it was pointless keeping them I mean I never used them. Just slept on them that were really the only time I used them. Trust me. Softly lying on my bed as I felt depressed. The bed and my old dolly Old mag’s were the only thing that comforted me. As I cried so badly I wished I was a baby again so I could cuddle Old Mag’s without looking childish. Thinking about where my Mom was going to. Nobody ever told me where they were going only that they were going out or either I had to get my own dinner that was my favourite excuse because all we ever ate were take outs. Dreading every meal. I heard the door open and a high voice echoed the house “I’m home!” Trying hard to rub my eyes making sure I didn’t look like I was crying, only it didn’t help instead it made my cheeks red. I wanted to storm down stairs and start screaming, but that was a stupid idea. “Coming!” calmly walking downstairs I saw that Mom was empty handed only her handbag “No dinner?” I asked. A shiver went down my spine in case it was more take-outs. “No...” her voice drifting off into nowhere, Nodding as in I understood what she was going through. Only I didn’t. My Mom looked at me as if I was some demon with bright red cheeks. “You don’t look happy” Well somebody had to point that out. “Don’t I always look like this, Mom?” Sarcasm filled my voice. Her eyes told me not to be rude but her lips said a completely different thing. “Oh, ok it’s just your cheeks are bright red” Thanks! I thought. “A bit personal don’t you think Mom!” John started to tremble. As if he hasn’t seen me in this state before, he is my Dad! “Honey, no tell me you are not pregnant!” Gasping for breath as she asked, my mouth dropped open “Oh yeah, totally LIKE YOU!” Stunning even myself, I felt a hand grab me “I think that is enough honey” John said. Great is everybody just winding me up today? “Don’t touch me! And don’t call me honey!” I hissed back as I pushed him away from me. “Phoeb’s some people want to be a Teen Mom” The exact word echoed in my mind. Standing back I began to cry. “I HATE YOU! Because of your teen mom accident I am getting bullied” My Mom’s face hissed. I could see it clearly “It’s my entire fault is it?” She stammered. Replying wasn’t my main idea, instead I stormed out.

I was left standing in the cold rain, alone. Closing my eyes for a second to recap myself on what just happened I pulled myself together and began to walk towards the dodgy part of town. Well it didn’t seem dodgy to me. Maybe because I was so used to the smell of weed and the art or graffiti some would call it. Nobody really hurt anybody; Ally ways weren’t as bad as they sounded. Everybody who was normally seen was usually friends. Sort of it really depends. I only really went there to see Stone or George. We all call him Stone because of some silly old story, too old for me to remember. He worked at KIRBY’S MUSIC SHOP a second hand record shop.

Although on the sign the ‘B’ and ‘S’ from the Music part, compared to the amount of customers they get it is a massive store. I loved the sound of the 70’s music records. But mainly Elvis Oh how I loved Elvis! Some people are just born with talent, I’m not. It’s official.

My hands trembled as I noticed the glass door of the store was closed, the evidence was the close sign. I had always wanted to kick open a door like a secret F.B.I agent and tell everybody to put their hands up. But since the doors were glass it was most likely it would backfire and they would get smashed. Well back to square one. Squishing my face against the window trying to see if it was isolated, the door then opened because I must have been pushing it. “Stone?!” I shouted across the store. No reply. “Fine! Be that way” I said. But I knew he would come out. “Allo allo!” it sounded like some fail American English accent. “Hey!” I replied softer this time just in case he wasn’t far away so it didn’t sound like I was screaming in his ear. Stone didn’t seem to be here, but he was. The soft flicker of lights turned on “Um...Stone you may need a new light bulb before it explodes” Stone came out from behind the counter “Yeah. I was getting to that” Scribbling was heard as Stone wrote it on his to-do list. Padding up behind him to see what he was doing. When I noticed a new tattoo on his muscly arm “What is that?” I said pointing at the strange upside down shape. Well it was upside down to me. His head tilted to look at it. “Oh that! Um...It’s the sun and moon clashing together” Nodding in amusement. It didn’t look very good at the angle I was looking at. A record lay on its own on the counter top. I picked it up “Elvis!” I shouted in joy. “Yeah pretty sweet, new from today. I think it is his first album” That was the only album I haven’t heard. Grabbing it with my sweaty fist

And brought it to a record player. As it began to play a tingle went up my spine, it was the boogie. Dancing to it as if nobody was watching only somebody was. Not the biggest deal. But I went along. Stone must have become bored counting all the money he did NOT earn today. The music rung in my head, but it was a joyful sound. Twirling backwards was a bad Idea as I fell on the ground with a heavy thud. A hand helped me up with the sound of laughter trying to hide; only something was wrong. Stone’s touch felt weird and rough as if something possessed him. “Um...are you ok, Stone?” I asked politely or I was hoping it to be polite. The movement of nodding was seen from Stone. Suddenly the bulb exploded I almost screamed; only I didn’t. My stomach started to turn. Shaking my head I stepped back towards the door “Bye Stone see you soon” I said as I left turning the ‘CLOSE’ sign to ‘OPEN’.

Graffiti covered the walls in the ally way. Weed smelling smoke filled the air; well it was nice to get out. Right now I wish I had a cigarette I thought. Leaning against a wall watching the not moving art I saw a young girl, at least ten. She should not be down here at this time of night. Rolling my eyes I walked up to her. People watching me, I knelt down in front of her. “Where’s you Mom?” I asked softly. I literally vomited at the sight I saw next. The girl’s eyes bulged out of her head letting some sort of shadow out of her body. Screaming I looked at the dead limp body of the girl. “CALL 911 SOMEBODY!” only when I said that people started to back away or run. But that is when I noticed the corpse of the girl seemed to be miming words.

I woke up in my bed with a wet towel on my forehead I saw Stone and Alice above me. “I saw. A...girl” Alice patted me. “You said that, you banged your head” Blinking in confusion, Did I? “No I did! Truly believe me!” but instead their reaction was to giggle and walk away. Leaving me alone with only dreadful memories.

I looked at old Mag’s; I wasn’t scared to cuddle her now. No matter how childish I looked. I began to whisper to her. “You believe me right?” That’s when I realised. Was I the only one who saw her?