Ebony

I looked to my right, outside of my window, and all I saw was a very large body of water. My dad’s a horrible driver so I was a little worried that we would dive into this said body of water. My dad decided a couple of months ago that we were going to move to a place called, Serenity Isle. This isle is not surrounded by the ocean, but a very large lake surrounding the heavily forested island. I have heard it is quite an attractive place. My dad felt as if moving to this island could let us get away from our old life, and start anew. “You’ve been quiet.” My dad elbowed me in my side. I stayed quiet. “This is going to be good for us, I know it.” I looked at dad and gave him a fake smiled, then turned back. My dad chuckled after that. The water of the lake was transparent as glass, I could see the rocks at the bottom. I continued looking out my window for another 20 minutes until a sudden shadow went past. “Woah. Did you see that?” “See what?” “It was like a shadow figure.” “I did not see any shadow figure.” I wrote it off, saying it was probably the shadow of the bridge. I didn’t want to be anxious for the remainder of the drive. Approximately 40 minutes later we arrived at our house. It was a little smaller than the one that I grew up in, but it seemed cozy. “So how do you like it?” I shrugged an answer. When I first opened the front doors, I was surprised by how much larger it was inside, than it looked out the outside. My dad said while driving, that my room was the last door through the hallway -the front doors opened into a hallway- to the left of this hallway was the living room, which was connected to the kitchen. In between this hallway and the living room, were stairs leading up to the attic. “I am going to go check out my room” I called out to my dad, making sure he knew I didn’t just run away. My room was a light shade of grey and was lit up with natural light streaming in from the window on the west wall. I looked out that window and all I saw was a dense forest, and fog and mist. “Is it always cloudy and misty?” “Yeah, I am afraid so.” I am not used to the cold, I am from San Diego, California. It rarely dips lower than 50 degrees, even in the winter. I sighed, worried about the days to come. Other than the forest and mist, I saw other small houses, and a road connecting them all. Like a spider web. All of the houses looked pretty similar to ours, if not a little smaller. I was still looking out the window when I, once again, saw a dark shadow pass by. I tried to make myself believe that it was the shadow of a tree, or my mind was playing tricks on me. But it was not successful. I quickly walked out of my room, and to the living room, where I saw my dad unbox one of his favorite lamps. “I saw the shadow thing again.” He set down the lamp and turned around to look at me. “I see what is happening here.” He put his hands on my shoulders. “You do?” I crossed my arms. “Yes. You are trying to find a reason to go back.” “What? No, I am no . . .” I was cut off. “It’s ok, it is. I miss it too, but we need to press on.” I rolled my eyes and walked back to my room, and started unboxing my stuff. I stopped once I picked up a picture of my mom and me, at the fair, eating ice cream. I miss her, she died about 9 months ago. My dad took it the hardest, he had to get away from that town, and that house. I kind of did too. My dad walked into my room and commented about bland it was. “I like it bland,” I stated, and he chuckled. “It’s getting dark what about I cook us up something to eat.” “Actually, what about I do that, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” I walked into the kitchen and saw there was anything I could use to cook dinner. All I saw was some sauce, meat, and noodles, so spaghetti it is. A couple of minutes later my came to check out what I was cooking. “I am pretty sure that your room is bigger than mine.” “That looks, good honey.” “Thanks, dad.” We ate at the dining room table that the house came with. My dad talked about me starting my new school tomorrow, and how awesome it was going to be, all I did was listen. I was a Senior in high school and was in my last semester. With my birthday being in February, I was one of the oldest students in my class, at 18. Or at least I was, I don’t if I am now. My birthday is in just two days. ---------- It’s my first day of school, and I am a little nervous. I don’t know why, but I have heard moving and meeting new people can be nerve-racking. I wouldn’t know. I stuck out like a sore thumb, I am a tan, medium height, blue-eyed, brown-haired girl, all of the other girls are pale and usually have blonde or red hair. I wanted to blend in with the crowd, but that was proven impossible, because of my appearance. All of the boys seemed to enjoy it though, and everyone knew me by name. “Becca!” I looked around trying to see where my name was being shouted. Then I saw a short blonde, jumping up and down. She ran towards me once I looked at her. “Oh, hi.” “You know, no one moves here. Especially not from San Diego.” She seemed so bubbly and excited that I came here from San Diego. “Why did you move?” I made up an excuse that grandparents. I know lying isn’t a good thing, but don’t want to be known as the girl who lost her mom. “Oh, that’s cool.” A boy from my first class -Biology 6- from behind the blonde girl and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Sorry, Becca is Emily annoying you?” I also saw this boy smack a stack of books out of the other kids in Biology 6. “Get off me douchebag.” Emily squirmed out of his hold and continued walking with me. I looked behind us and saw him high-fiving his friends, and laughing. “That was Skeeter.” Emily turned around stuck her tongue out at them, crossed her arms, and turned towards me. “He is like a bully.” “Who names their child Skeeter?” “It’s like they’re asking for a brat of a child.” “Yeah, such a brat . . .” She was silent for a second. “But, isn’t he like really hot.” Skeeter was a six-foot jock, was blonde, and had blue eyes. He seemed pretty generic to me. “Sure?” “That sounded like a question.” “It kinda was. But if you think he is hot, then you should ask him out.” “Are you like crazy?” “Way out of my league.” “You’re a cheerleader, and he is a football player.” “You make a good point.” The rest of this walk was held in silence, I think she was contemplating on what to do with Skeeter. ---------- I walked to the cafeteria, got my food, and looked for a seat to sit in. That is when I saw Emily again calling my name, waving erratically, and jumping up and down. I walked towards her and sat down. There were three other girls at the table other than Emily. Emily said there was Veronica, Olive, and Harper. “Hi.” I shyly waved at them. “Hi, Becca. Is that short for Rebecca or something? Olive seems extremely hyper. “Nope just Becca,” I said awkwardly. “My mom was a big fan of Becca Fitzpatrick. “Who is that?” Veronica asked, she seemed annoyed by me. “Oh . . yeah . . um, an author.” I felt a little uncomfortable around Veronica. Then the bell rang, signaling that we have around ten more minutes until we have to leave. I finished my food and went to my fifth-period class. ---------- Once I got home, I decided to look around the attic, I was bored. Once I was up there I tried to turn on the lights several times, all it did was make them flicker. I found a flashlight on a crate next to the door, turned it on. I started looking around. There were some old 1920 vinyl records in a box. Then I found journals, that appears to be even older than the vinyl. Picked one up and started reading. There were about two dozen journals stuffed in the corner of this attic. Each one was about a wolfman thing, they were a little creepy. I ran downstairs to the living room where I saw my dad sitting on the couch. “Hey, dad did you see these journals up in the attic?”