I know your secret...

Everything is alive. So be carefull what you say. The right people might hear the wrong things, and the wrong people might hear the right ones, and know what to do with it. One of those wrong people is Kindra Alexia. She just doesnt know it. She first figures out when she moves to Vienna, Virginia where she finds that everything is not what it seems. At all...

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3. I find out my new house has a basement... Kind of anyway

Well, it's official. My mom has officially cancelled our shopping trip. I really wonder why it is she even bothered renting the truck. Buuut, I'm curious, and I wanna see what Ma was so shady about. I mean it's only a secret cellar under our fridge... Ok, now when I write it, it sounds pretty shady...

Ok gotta go, Ma is calling...

 

"Ma, are you sure about this?" Ma was shoving the fridge away from the wall. "Don't you want to know what's in there?" Ma looked accusingly at me. "Of course I do... But why can't Clive know about this?" I started helping Ma by helping her push the fridge aside. "Because he'll tell everyone, and I want this house to have peace... I don't want it to end up like our old house..." Slightly out of breath, Ma stopped. I looked at the floor. "I still don't think dad would be capable of murder." I started pushing the fridge again. "Yeah, well, the court certainly did..." Ma  pushed a side a lock of hair from her face, and placed it behind her ear. "Ma, I'm sorry for bringing it u..." I stared at the window for a second before ducking down. "When did you say Clive was gonna be back?" Ma looked dazzled at me. "I expected him to be back before dinner..." Ma peeped out of the window before ducking down beside me. "Well he came before dinner anyway..." Ma looked desperately at the fridge. "Quick, help me push it back!" Ma started pushing with all her might, but the fridge didn't move an inch. "C'mon, help me out here, Kindra!" I jumped up and started shoving the fridge like Ma. The fridge slowly, and with a deafening screech, inched back into place. "Wow...!" Ma wiped away some invisible sweat from her forehead. "That was close..." I looked at Ma. "Now we only need an excuse..." Ma looked strangely at me. "For what?" I smiled. "For being drenched in oil..." Ma froze and looked down herself. "Oh my g... Oh hey Clive..." Ma smiled desperately at her husband, who noticed only her smile and smiled back at her. "I thought you were going shopping..." He walked straight past me and opened the fridge. "Well, we decided to wait until after lunch..." Ma shuffled nervously."Well then I guess you can make me some food then...?" Clive smiled at her again. "Sure, honey..." Ma smiled and started taking things out of the fridge. I rolled my eyes, and Ma a "that is just soooo typical" look, before heading upstairs. "Goodbye Clive, hello typewriter..." And I sat down, and started typing.

 

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