"mom?" i call running throught the house, "what? we have to go!! Your plane leaves in 45 min!!!" she calls back. "yeah, do you know where i set my phone??" i yell to her again. "i have it! now lets go!" she calls back again. 'oh she has it, ok... do i have everything?' i ask myself. "LULU!!!" she yells again. "oh.. comming" i run down the stairs as fast as i can, only to see her in the doorway with all my suit cases. "honey..." she points to the car. "yeah yeah, phh can you help me with my bags?" i ask with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever, it always works with my mom. Before i knew it she grabed me into one of the biggest bear hugs possible, i thought she was going to squeeze my insides out. "mom, we have to go.." "oh i know. but im going to be alone. it will be so quiet here without you.." she had a slight tear in her eye. "mom.. its only for collage, not that long.." i say with a lump in my throte. "oh that plane! lets go!" she says crying now. We put my things in the back, and i take one last look at my house, at my town, the last look for who knows how many years. The car ride was quiet. When we arrived at the airport, my mom wouldnt shut up, complaing about the weather, how scary them clouds look. "..mom.." i say trying to say my goodbyes. "mom..." i say again. "Mom!?" i really didnt want to say her name name, but it looks like i had to. "Denice!" i said through my teeth. She shut up in an instant. "mom.. im really going to miss you." i started crying slightly. She burst in tears, "oh my lulu! my baby! i dont know what im going to do........ here.. its yous now.." she gave me a little black box. I opened it, to find a black steel ring with a silver striped in the middle if it, "mom.. w..whats this?" i ask her with a tear rolling down my face. She whipes the tear with the backside of her hand and says nothing. "pshhhhhttt. Runway 38 to london bording now. pshhhhhhtttt" the speakers blurted. "now your off." she gave me one last hug, and a kiss on the forhead. "i love you mom..." and i borded the plane. Once in London, i found a taxi and gave him my slip on where i was to go. He gave me a worried look, but drove. 'gawd. where are we going?' i thought to myself. I pulled out my black chocolate phone and thought about calling mom to come and get me... 'oh thats right im on the other side of the world.' "umm excuse me mister?" i asked him. "yes dearest?" he replyed in that british tone. "where exactly am i suppost to be going?" i must of gave him a an evil look or something because he pulled off to the side of the road and said "out". "What?? You cant just leave me here?!!" i called to him as he drove away. great. I have bags of stuff, i have to haul up this ruggy road. But before i could grab up all my things a blue car pulled up beside me... The window rolled down and a man in red got out and proseeded to put my things in the trunk. "get in." he said in a rustic tone. "but.. where?" "ins the CAR." he said again. I got in. Another Hour and no one would awnser me on where EXACTLY i was goin, but they all seemed to know? weird. We pulled up into this little old town, called Rumop? 'hmm... is this where the collage is?' The man in the red suit opened the door for me and carried my things up two flights of stairs to the top. on the door it said 7. He opened the door with what looked like could be a skelinton key, and into a little room. Their was one small barthroom on one wall and on the other was a bed. Their was a break in the room where the kitchen seemed to be. I walked around. "is this for collage? a doorm room? ...sir..?" he looked at me puzzeled, and gave me a key for the room. "thanks.." i said and he left. 'okay. is this where the collage is??' i guess. I got everything out of my bags and started to put my room toghether. Two hours later i was done. My tummy was growling for food. "oh. i need to get some food" so i left the small apartment/doorm room? to the streets to find some food. I sppoted a small bar- grill called "Nanas bar and grill" ok i guess this is where i eat. I entered the little place and sat down at the booth. Their were not that many people in their. One man and a WAY younger looking girl, a drunk man sat two seets down from me, the lady that served, i guess, and... who is that? i thought to myself. He looked about my age and was wearing a school uniform, that was dark blue with gold trim. 'oh finally someone that goes to school, maybe he can tell me where the school is!' i proseeded to walk to him, his face was covered by the darkness in the corner. "umm. hello where do.. you.. think..school?" was all i could could get out because he got up and left. "oh okay.." i went back and sat down" "hey dearie?" the woman asked me. "umm yes?" "how would you like a job here? $7.00 every two hours" she looked tired, like a rag doll. "uh. sure i guess i have to start somewhere." i said a bit down. "starting tmarra, at 8:30 pm. SHARP" she said with strictness in her voice. "yes." and i left with no food. still hungery, i stoped at a local store and bought some bread, peanut butter, and grape jelly. i went back to the small room, ate and fell asleep with the radio on, at the table. I woke up at 2:00 am. and got my pjs on and went to bed. I woke up again at 3:00, 4:00, every hour till 6:00 am. and i knew i had to wake up because it was pointless. I got up and grabbed my bathroom stuff, and took a nice hot shower. After my shower, i got out the bread and made some toast. Again i fell asleep on the table. i wok up with my hair a mess, and it was going on 7:30 pm. "oh SHIT! i have to be at work in an hour!!" I ran a brush through my hair, and brushed my teeth. Put on some fresh clothes, and walked out the door to a new life. I got to the bar by 8:27 almost to late. "oh their yah are derie, put on this. She handed me a skanky outfit, like the one she was wearing. "oh is this what i HAVE to wear?" "yes! no change." i came out. The dress was about to my mid thigh, and Black with red trim. It had a corset buit right in, so i was all squeezed up in it. 'uggg. what the hells this for??' i thought. "what is it deerie?" she asked. "oh nothing." i lied "but umm. what was your name again?" i asked. "oh im sorry, i havent told yah yet. its Amanda." amanda replyed. "oh thats nice im lulu" i reached to shake the old womans hand but she grabbed me into a nice big hug. 'okkkkaaayy' "now" ahe looked me right in the eyes. Her eyes were sunk in, like she hadnt slep in weeks, but they were a beautiful blue. "the gun, is right under the counter over their, she pointed. use if if yah must. i wont be here tonight, but i have complete confidance in you. we close at 2:00." "IN THE MORNING!!!" i yelled, a bit to loud, so everyone in the bar looked at me. I blushed like crazy. "yes. no im off. dont let me down lulu." and she left. 'uhhhh great, now what, do i clean, or do i stand here while people get drunk? gahh' [later>] It was now 2:48 a.m. and i finally got the darn thing closed for the night. It was about a mile till i got to my apartment, so i was weerey. 'uh. its cold i should bring a jacket next time...' i thought to myself. 'think of a song to pass the time! hmmm what about Chiodos? now what song? oh' i started humming away to pass some time. But being me, and not paying attention to my surroundings, someone snook up on me. They took a cloth to my eyes and mouth, i couldnt scream, i wanted to so badly. Nothing but darkness. I started crying my eyes out, and praying to god that i wouldnt die. Whoever they were, they hit me on the head with something hard, and i was out. i awoke in a small dingy room, with lots of boxes, covering the high windows. I knew i was in a basment. 'someone please help me' i thought. "so... " i heard a deep voice comming from behind me, i tryed to turn around to see, but i was tied to the chair. He came around infrount of me, he had a ski-mask on so i couldent see his face. Terror. Helplessness. Death. was all i could think, 'im going to die here. He pulled a knife to my throte, "now miss.. Dont get me wrong here, you will die. Im going to cut you up with this knife, starting with your hands..." he went around back of me and smelled me hair first. 'wait? why did he smell my hair? why is he SMELLING MY HAIR?!' then he went to my hands put the knife to my left thumb, i was waiting for the pain. Swoosh, crash! was what i heard and i looked. the man was on the wall in frount of me, blood smered the wall and soaked the floor. 'AHHH' i wanted to scream. but i warm hand went over my mouth, i tryed to see who this was but his face was in the shadows. He untied me without saying a word then picked me up and took me home. I dare not look at his face. He set me on the bed and was about to jump out the window, when i grabbed his sleeve, and pulled him into the light. "..you..from the bar?" was all i could get out. He looked at me with a cold stair. "who..who are you?" i choked out. He said nothing. He moved for the window again, "at..at least tell me your name?" i asked. He replyed in a cool tone as velvet as ever. "Zach." i looked at him again. "zach.." it rolled off my toung. "thanks for saving me... but how did you know?" He looked like he wanted to tell me, his stone face sofened for a moment and i saw how beautiful he really was. Pine green eyes, as dark as the forest, and sandy blond hair, he had high cheek bones, and was vary tall. But his face hardened again. "zach tell me?" i asked. He tore his arm from my hand and jumped out the window. Me being stupid i ran out of the house to follow him, but i stayed in the darkness as much as possible. I followed him down a dark trail through thick brush till we came up on an old red victorian house on the bay of a small lake. "wow." i whispered. But stayed in the bushes till he went into the house. I ran up to the house, and looked in the window. It was beautiful, like no other, burgandy carpat with a giant fire place, with old vicorian couches and old paintings. I ran to the neerest door and creeped inside. as soon as i got the door shut, i scremed bloody murder.
[yepp this is the end for chapter one, i hope you loike it. im praying this story will get good rateings and add me as a friend please! more later]
