The Girl Who's Secretly an Angel

It's been a while since I've been to the "weird side of the family". I thought I would hate it but turns out, I didn't. My favorite member, there was Ingrid. I was deciding on whether I should even talk about this, but I think it's time to admit it.

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1. House on a Hill

 

This chapter may not be as long as the average chapter. It serves as a prologue. All chapter after this will either be long or short, depending on the subplot or story within the chapter. Do not judge this story without reading it. Thank you and enjoy.

The sky was hooker's green and reflected on the pond. I've never seen anything like it. My family has never seen anything like it. Not even my pet rat. The coach bus drove by a tall, yet mild, hill that sets the house that the Estevez family lives in. It was surrounded by grass and wheat. It looked like the end of the world just beyond the house.

The bus halted as if frightened, so the family and I picked up our things and got off. Coach bus 13 fled at high speed the other direction and disappeared in the heavy fog. 

My family consisted of five members: my mom, big sister, big sister's boyfriend, Tape the rat, and me, Graphite. My big sister's boyfriend, Steven, jogged up the hill and knocked on the door. Each knock shook the house more than the last. 

The door creaked open. Finally, we were here. The kitchen was torn and looked like it was built under 10 minutes. The first person to greet us was a young lady with messy hair and a dirty flared dress. Her pupils were as small as ants.

          "Graphite! I haven't seen you in ages!" she cheered, and hugged me to death.

          "Look at how big you are!" her redneck husband exclaimed in excitement, "6th grade?"

          "8th grade," I corrected him.

I slowly crept out of the kitchen to ignore any further greetings and thought to go upstairs. The stairs were still steep and carpet. All of my plastic happy meal toys and stuffed animals were still scattered bottom to top. I ran up the stairs like a toddler on Christmas and was welcomed by the long hallway of rooms. Running the back room, I slowly quietly knocked on the door. Great! It was clear.

I twisted the knob, except there was never a knob in place when I visited here. And the door was red, not black. I opened the door anyway and was beheld to the messiest room I've ever seen.

Broken light bulbs, dirty clothes, napkins, paper, and all kinds of crap were on the floor and the walls. On the disheveled bed was a girl with cinnamon skin, black and gold hair, and a long white nightgown. My face was hot and I began to sweat.

          "Who are you?" she asked with a raspy, monotone voice.

          "Graphite," I responded, "Hello."

          "Whatever."

She rolled over on her stomach and scrolled through pages on her phone. I stepped closer to take a closer look.

           "What is your name?" I tapped her shoulder.

           "Carbon." she said and shrugged her shoulder.

           "What?"

           "Carbon!" someone called from downstairs. Carbon frantically pushed out of bed and darted out the room. She was taller than I thought than when she was lying down. My mouth involuntarily smirked. I quietly closed the door behind her and crept over to her bed. Her phone was still on and all her text messages were still visible.

I pulled myself away, but my brain forced me to look closer. She was texting a boy called Calvin.

Don't

Loud footsteps were creeping up the stairs and behind the door. My legs were sticks and I trampled over to the dresser. Carbon slammed the door open with a steel bowl filled with popcorn. She set the bowl on the dresser and grabbed my arm. I felt the tension in her grip.

           "Can you leave me alone?" she yelled and directed me to the door by pushing me.

She held the door and I walked out. When she closed it, I reopened it. Just a bit. Carbon raised her arms and nose in the air, and her eyes glowed white. A bright light illuminated the room. As it faded, Her hair became silver and long. She had thick, black glasses, and a white, lace dress.I opened the door all the way and entered back in the room.

 

This chapter may not be as long as the average chapter. It serves as a prologue. All chapter after this will either be long or short, depending on the subplot or story within the chapter. Do not judge this story without reading it. Thank you and enjoy.

The sky was hooker's green and reflected on the pond. I've never seen anything like it. My family has never seen anything like it. Not even my pet rat. The coach bus drove by a tall, yet mild, hill that sets the house that the Estevez family lives in. It was surrounded by grass and wheat. It looked like the end of the world just beyond the house.

The bus halted as if frightened, so the family and I picked up our things and got off. Coach bus 13 fled at high speed the other direction and disappeared in the heavy fog. 

My family consisted of five members: my mom, big sister, big sister's boyfriend, Tape the rat, and me, Graphite. My big sister's boyfriend, Steven, jogged up the hill and knocked on the door. Each knock shook the house more than the last. 

The door creaked open. Finally, we were here. The kitchen was torn and looked like it was built under 10 minutes. The first person to greet us was a young lady with messy hair and a dirty flared dress. Her pupils were as small as ants.

          "Graphite! I haven't seen you in ages!" she cheered, and hugged me to death.

          "Look at how big you are!" her redneck husband exclaimed in excitement, "6th grade?"

          "8th grade," I corrected him.

I slowly crept out of the kitchen to ignore any further greetings and thought to go upstairs. The stairs were still steep and carpet. All of my plastic happy meal toys and stuffed animals were still scattered bottom to top. I ran up the stairs like a toddler on Christmas and was welcomed by the long hallway of rooms. Running the back room, I slowly quietly knocked on the door. Great! It was clear.

I twisted the knob, except there was never a knob in place when I visited here. And the door was red, not black. I opened the door anyway and was beheld to the messiest room I've ever seen.

Broken light bulbs, dirty clothes, napkins, paper, and all kinds of crap were on the floor and the walls. On the disheveled bed was a girl with cinnamon skin, black and gold hair, and a long white nightgown. My face was hot and I began to sweat.

          "Who are you?" she asked with a raspy, monotone voice.

          "Graphite," I responded, "Hello."

          "Whatever."

She rolled over on her stomach and scrolled through pages on her phone. I stepped closer to take a closer look.

           "What is your name?" I tapped her shoulder.

           "Carbon." she said and shrugged her shoulder.

           "What?"

           "Carbon!" someone called from downstairs. Carbon frantically pushed out of bed and darted out the room. She was taller than I thought than when she was lying down. My mouth involuntarily smirked. I quietly closed the door behind her and crept over to her bed. Her phone was still on and all her text messages were still visible.

I pulled myself away, but my brain forced me to look closer. She was texting a boy called Calvin.

Don't

Loud footsteps were creeping up the stairs and behind the door. My legs were sticks and I trampled over to the dresser. Carbon slammed the door open with a steel bowl filled with popcorn. She set the bowl on the dresser and grabbed my arm. I felt the tension in her grip.

           "Can you leave me alone?" she yelled and directed me to the door by pushing me.

She held the door and I walked out. When she closed it, I reopened it. Just a bit. Carbon raised her arms and nose in the air, and her eyes glowed white. A bright light illuminated the room. As it faded, Her hair became silver and long. She had thick, black glasses, and a white, lace dress.I opened the door all the way and entered back in the room.

 

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