Death Awaits

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This is a mystery and Suspense but will have romance in it as well. This is a piece that will be in the book later: There was a long, piercing scream followed by a screeching noise of blades scraping together. She watched in terror as the man cut into her only loved one. The stench of death thickened in the air. She watched the blood ooze down the table and onto the warehouse floor. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the side of her chair. She yelped in pain, as he tightened the ropes around her wrist and ankles. Her eyes widened in fear as her heart began to pound its way out of her chest. The man slowly inched towards her with a glistening, silver, red knife.


2. A Strange Presence


I blink my eyes slowly trying to regain sight from the fuzziness in my vision. I pull up the covers to my neck and roll to my side, not wanting to leave the warmth of my bed. Sunlight is beaming through my dark red curtains allowing light to dance around my bedroom floor. I watch the performance from my bed as the lights move wildly elegant against the dark walnut stained floor. I can hear the birds perched high in a tree singing their morning matinee. Soon they will flee from the chilling frost. I turn to look at the clock on my side table. 5:30 A.M.

Okay, I have half an hour. I turn back and reposition myself so I am on my back again.

I do not want to get up. I close my eyes for what seems like a minute before the buzzing of my arms interrupts my sleep. I slowly remove my comforter from my warm body and step onto the cool wooden floor. I swiftly pick up my phone and turn off the alarm. My body has already formed goosebumps. I raise my hands above my head, go up on the tip of my toes and stretch. I drag my feet across the dark wooden floor of my bedroom. I slowly make my way to my makeup dresser. I place my hand on the slick black straightener and power it on to 30. I pull out my makeup and apply a natural blend of eyeshadow on my slightly tan face.

Beep! Beep! My hair straightener is finally ready to use. I have a Wet 2 Straight hair straightener and I absolutely love it. I separate my long, soft hair into sections. I grab the straightener and start the 10-minute process of straightening my long, brunette hair. I feel the warm strands against my neck after I straighten a piece of hair. I shiver from the sudden warmth giving me even more goosebumps. Once I finish, I dress in a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a black v-neck, and a grey cardigan, and a pair of black knee-high, one-inch heeled boots. I place a long diamond necklace around my neck and put on two coordinating pairs of diamond earrings in my first and second pierced holes. I rub my hands up and down my arms trying to create friction. Brrr. It is freezing in here. I cup my pink, plump lips with my hands and blow warm air on them. I grabbed my orange and black Under-Armor backpack and make my way down the stairs. My mother is at the table. Her slim, tan body leaning back against the cushioned kitchen chair. Sandra is reading the Knight Time Now newspaper. Her dark brown hair lays comfortably on her shoulders.

"Good morning Mom," I say, giving my mother a quick peck on the cheek. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept well, how about you Amanda?" My mother asks smiling at me.

"As good as I could have, tossed and turned a bit, but I slept well", I reply grabbing a chocolate chip muffin from the black wicker basket on the counter by the fridge. Sandra took off her small rectangular reading glass and placed them on the table. She looked at me with a worried expression plastered on her face.

"Are you sure you are well enough to go to school today?

"Yeah, I'm good. Mom, I gotta go, I am going to be late meeting Liam at Starbucks."

"Alright Amanda, go ahead and go but if anything feels off or wrong, call me okay?"

"Okay," I say giving my mom a quick hug. I make my way out the door and into the crisp fall air. I get in my red, 2005 Chrysler, Pacifica. I buckle the seat belt tight around my waist and put the keys in the ignition. The engine roars to life. I check my mirrors and the blind spots of my car. I put the car in reverse and back out of my concrete driveway. I take one quick glance back at my house before I put the car in drive. It is two stories high, with tan bricks, and a flower garden off to the right of the front yard. A white glossy side porch hung to the left with steps going down to the driveway. I can see my bedroom window from my car on the road. Can someone else possibly see me from here too? Would they see me getting dressed every day? I shake off the strange feeling and drive into town to Starbucks.


"Hey, how are you holding up?" Liam asks handing me the Hot Chocolate he bought for me, my favorite. Liam takes a sip of his Cafe Mocha.

"I'm doing alright," I say giving a slight shrug. "How is your mom doing?"

"She is worried about you, that’s for sure. She keeps asking if you are okay. Do you want to have that picnic tomorrow, since it has been obviously postponed because of the latest ... incident?" Liam asks me raising his eyebrows in uncomfortable suspicion.

I reply nonchalantly, "Let her know I miss her and that I will see her soon, and a picnic tomorrow sounds nice for a change, peaceful, calm, and relaxing, something I have been needing a lot more in my life." Liam takes a hold of my hand from across the booth. He started to rub soft, relaxing circles on the top of my hand. My eyes went down to stare at my Hot Chocolate in front of me, the stream of heat evaporating through the small hole on the lid.

"Hey ... look up at me please." Liam says softly, trying to look into my eyes, but my long hair covers my face. I look up slowly, catching his bright ocean blue eyes. My breath hitches in my throat as our eyes lock.

Oh my gosh, this is so cliche! "Everything will be okay." Liam brought my delicate hand to his soft lips and kisses it gently closing his eyes. "You ready to go?"

I nod nervously, not able to trust my voice. My heart is on fire. I can feel myself becoming red in the face. I probably look like a red tomato. The warmth of my hand vanishes when Liam lets go. We gave each other a quick hug and Liam gives me a quick peck on the cheek as he exits the door.

“You two are so cute together!” the cashier expresses.

“Oh, thanks, but we're not dating,” I say uneasily. She smiles.

“But you want to”. I give a slight laugh and exit the café in a hurry. I get in my car and take a deep breath.

How is he able to get under my skin? Why do I feel this way about him?! He is my best friend. I’m not supposed to feel anything towards him more than that! Oh geez ... I take another deep breath and put my hot chocolate in the cup holder beside me. I watch Liam pull out and drive away. I cannot get him out of my head … Ugh! I just don’t want to ruin our friendship and here I am gaining feelings for him. Classy, right? While My heart is running a marathon, I put my car in gear and drive to school. This is going to be a long day.


I make my way in through the Crestview High School front door. Which everyone refers to as the knight door because the knight mascot covers the entire door, as well as part of the building. I grasp my hand onto the cool metal handle and pull the door open, feeling a breeze from the door. The temperature shifts dramatically. I make my way to the second set of doors and turn left down the white and blue hallway.

"Hey Amanda," Xavier said giving me a slight wave.

"Hey Xavier”, I reply, giving him a quick smile. Xavier is kind of an awkward child so to speak; and he has an extremely big crush on me, which isn’t mutual. On the other hand, he is a very generous and thoughtful young man.

As I make my way down the hallway, I glance around the school. I notice the teachers converting along the hall occasionally waving to a few students and saying their "Good Morning's". I take notice of the new art displayed in the cabinets. Two of the displays are mine. One piece is a wire project our class had to do. I created a grand piano, a chair, and a man who was “playing” the piano. Then we covered the pieces with tape and newspaper and then glued magazine strips or pieces to it to create color. The next project that is displayed that is mine is the masquerade mask I created for my final the previous year. I let my art teacher keep it to display during summer school. The mask is black and flared on the ends. It has touches of pearl white below the eyes and a red rose in the top left corner. I even received a Merit Award for my 3D Art class.

I shift the weight of my backpack around as I make my way to the left up a flight of stairs. My Hot Chocolate burns in my hands so much I repeatedly switch it back and forth between both of my hands. I make my way up the stairs and to my locker. I make sure I have everything then cross the hall to the library to grab my laptop cord for my school laptop. On the way to my Painting 1 class, I stop at Liam's locker which is in the next hallway on the left.

Liam is at his locker, his back towards me. I sneak up on him and wrap my arms around his torso.

"Guess who?" I say, giving him a tight squeeze.

"Hey, sweet cheeks!" He says giggling a bit. I mean do guys even giggle, or is it a chuckle?

“You have government, right?”, I ask standing behind him. I am on my tippy-toes trying to get a good look into Liam’s locker. I watch Liam as he dug through his locker trying to find the right books. He is wearing a plain white shirt that hugged his body tightly. I could even see his biceps through his shirt I quickly look away embarrassed. Liam is also wearing dark blue jeans and red Nike shoes. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front, and his silver cross necklace hangs loosely around his neck. I run my hand down my neckline and find the charm of my necklace. A diamond cross, a gift from Liam to me on my 17th birthday.

“Yeah, and you have Anatomy?”, Liam asks peeking over his shoulder.

“No, Painting 1.”

“Oh, okay”, Liam replies, turning around to face me. He gives me a quick smile and runs his hand through his hair.

“Well, I’ll see you at lunch”, I say giving him a quick smile and an effortless wave.

“See ya”, he says returning the smile and giving me a quick nod.

I make my way down the hallway on the right and down the stairs. I take a quick turn to the left and out the door to the art building. On my way into the art building, I can see all the multi-colored leaves pulling away from the trees that try so hard to restrain them. The leaves glide effortlessly in the wind and land softly on the ground. The wind feels cool and fresh on my skin and I take a deep breath of fresh air before heading into the art building.

I make my way past all the equipment and into the classroom. I place my bag on my seat and pull out my laptop and check my grades. All A’s sounds good. Oh, right I need to study for that vocabulary test in AP English. There is ten minutes before the final bell rings. I take out my note cards and start to write out my vocab words to memorize them. Okay … Askew. Adverb and Adjective; not in a straight or level position. The five-minute bell rang. I put away my note cards and was about to pull out my laptop when Mrs. Lawrence approached me.

“Amanda, may I speak with you?” Mrs. Lawrence asks.

“Yeah, absolutely”, I reply getting up to follow her to her desk.

There are stacks of paper all over her desk. Some were pieces of art that she still needs to grade. Others consisted of bell ringers and post it notes for reminders of meetings. Also, there is a big calendar that covered her entire desk, almost like a placemat. Though, there is one piece of paper that stuck out most to me. The title of the paper was Master & Grasshopper; a regional exhibit of teacher and student artwork.  I take a deep breath, anxious to know if that is what she wants to talk to me about. I can feel my face turning a bright shade of red.

“So, do you remember the abstract piece you did of the wolf?” Mrs. Lawrence questions me.  She picks up the Master & Grasshopper packet. My heart skips a beat in excitement.

    “Yes,” I reply to her, trying to not allow my voice to crack.

    “Well could you read this over,” she says handing me the packet, “and let me know if this is something you would be interested in. I want to do it with you if you are interested and think you would have the time.”

    “Of course!” I exclaim a bit too excitedly. She laughs lightly and returns to her desk chair.

    “Okay, sounds great let me know.”

    “ I will, thank you!” I make my way back to my table and place the packet in front of me. I can not stop smiling. I take a deep breath to try to calm myself down. Okay, maybe this day isn’t going too bad. I smooth out my shirt and open the packet and begin to read.



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