Chalk And Cheese

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  • Published: 17 Jul 2014
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*** Winner of the Dead Ends Competition*** Tria is the kind of girl that nobody messes with. She has her own group, her own rules and her own life. After all, her parents are too busy snogging in the living room to care about her. And when the new girl comes along, Tria assumes that it will be one more lonely idiot cast away into the un-known lands of Un-Popularity. But Erin suddenly seems alright and amongst the chaos at home and strangeness at school, a strange and bizarre friendship starts to form that no one could ever expect... *Cover credit goes to @CrownOfShadownight for her amazing cover!*

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3. In My Room

I lie in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, looking at the paint grooves the painters accidentally made. Sometimes I try and find pictures or things; owls, spoons, tunnels, mountains. Tearing my eyes away from the ceiling I roll over and come face to face with two eyes. They blink, bright green like shining emeralds, and I go to scream but the eyes places a hand over my mouth.

The eyes have hands! Slowly, I slip out of my bed and back against the wall. Was some crazed physco in my room? Would I die tonight? I can’t die tonight, I have so many things I want to do! The eyes and hand stand up straight and throws something towards me. Since I’m reasonably good at sports I catch it and then drop it. I don’t know this person! It could be anything, a syringe, a knife, some sort of toxic chemical holder.

“It’s a flash light,” says the eyes and hand. The voice sounds familiar but I can’t figure out who it belongs to. None of my best friends, or the stalker nine houses down, or the creepy old man fifteen houses down. Shaking, I pick up the flashlight and click it on, shining it onto the person. They are wearing black, all black, and as I shine the light onto the person’s face, I feel like punching them in the face.
                                                                               Erin.

“Why the hell are you in my house?” I snap, clicking off the flashlight and turning on the main light. Erin shrugs and flops down onto my bed.

“You’re going to help me with something, and you will do it no matter how much you protest,” she snarls and for a moment I feel frightened. How can such a small, normal girl be so over-powering?

“Depends what it is. I don’t steal or find drugs or go all ninja style, all right?” Erin lets out a laugh.

“It’s none of them. We’re just going to simply let ourselves into a locked building.”

“That’s breaking and entering! No way Erin, get out of here.”

“It’s not! The place always has the roof window open, so it’s their fault! Besides, it’s really important.” I roll my eyes.

“Nothing can be as important as breaking the law Erin,” I say.

“It is if it’s so you can know who your real parents are.” My mouth opens to say something and then I close it. Was she adopted? Maybe I should help her.

“That doesn’t change anything,” I say but there is hesitation and debate in my voice. Erin raises her eyebrows.

“Come on Tria! No other girl would have the guts to do this, and I can’t do it by myself.” She looks at me and her eyes shine with sadness and hope. I sigh and turn away but she grabs my shoulder.

“Please!” she begs and something hurts inside me. My parents never notice me and that’s bad enough. I try and imagine not knowing my true parents. I can’t, it’s too hard and too painful. So what if they kiss all the time and ignore me, but that is never as bad as never having them ever. My mind tries to persuade me to change my thought but I can’t.

"Fine."
                             
 

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