Hanging

S.O.L #12

Hanging

March 13, 2009

“Ines!” My dad called,

“Yeah?” I answered,

“Did you practice piano?” He interrogated, I rolled my eyes,

“Yes” I answered in a bored tone,

“Take the dog to do his needs?”

“Done.”

“Call the piano teacher?”

“Finished.”

“Do your Slice Of Life thingy?”

“Completed.”

“And did you…” I cut him off,

“Yeah! Dad, I did the science report!” I whined.

“Ok then, remember not to go sleep too late! I can’t be reminding you things all the time! ” He finished,

“Okay dad, I got it.” I mumbled. I slipped into my pajamas and slid into bed. Finally, I thought, I get to read! The best time of the day! I started a bit before the part where I stopped. I sunk into the book, seeing all of the characters, feeling the same way they did: stressed, happy, sad, and jealous. I was in the critical part now in the book, I read;

The words sent a warm shiver down my spine. The little nudger fluttered inside me.

This is getting good! I thought.

“Who are you calling now?” I asked as he put the phone back to his ear,

“The airport, we’re going…”

The lights flickered and then the world went dark.

“No,” I whispered, “NO!” I screamed, the invisible book shaking in my dark hands. I couldn’t see anything around me.

“Ines!” I heard my dad open the door, “Why did you scream!?” He asked anxiously,

“I…the book…Bella is…I don’t…I NEED TO READ THE REST!” I blurred out. He sighed. Why do books always leave me hanging!?