Ivory's POV
I don't know how long I've been walking around, but at some point, I stumbled by a small house. It looked worn out and the whole place seemed to be abandoned with several wooden pieces scattered everywhere, some glasses broken even... that was just the outside.
I knew it was the worst idea I had, but I needed semwhere to stay if I were getting lost... taking a deep breath, I walked over, trying not to step on much as I made my way over to the entrance.
Hoping I wouldn't die, I opened the door, slowly opening my closed eyes. The first thing it landed on was a table, sitting in the middle of the room. The lights were broken, some pieces scattered on the floor and the ceiling seemed to barely be hanging.
Trying not to step on the holes drilled into the floor, I went over to the black slightly broken couch... it seemed old, but a part of it seemed to be in good shape.
Placing Dusk down on it, before making my way over to the door, wanting to see where it lead. The house was small so I wasn't surprised the only room in the house was that one. Opening it, I walked inside, only for my gaze to land on a bad in the middle of the room. There was a dusty mattress along with some pillows, not that I was going to use it,unless I wanted to get sick.
Hearing a small ringing combing from my phone, I took it out, seeing it was a notification... I hate notifications, though I just can't seem to turn it off.
Once it finally sank in, I walk quick to go to my texts, only to find all my messages had delivered... yeah, I'm dead.
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"We told you not to go into the woods alone" mom yelled as I walked down the path, with Dusk in hand "and I can't believe you're bringing her with us"
"Hey, she's mine... besides, she's not harming anyone" I pointed out, petting her head gently as she awoke from her nap.
"What are we going to name her?" Reta spoke up.
"I already named her Dusk... you can't tell me otherwise" I placed in, knowing I wasn't about to let them tell me what to name her... I found her.
"Reta probably wanted to name her Fred" Ian joked, remembering how she loved the name.
"How are you not cold?" Mom murmured "the house wasn't even heated... it's still freezing"
"I don't know" I shrugged "I guess, I'm cold blooded"
"Oh my gosh, I did not know that" the sarcasm in Ian's tone was as clear as day.
"Maybe Clara would kno-"
"Who's Clara?" Mom cut Reta off, catching on to the name she used. From the look on her face, she probably caught on to what Reta meant, because she kept going "I can't believe you didn't tell me… how long?"
"A day or so…" I trailed off "it's not such a big problem, I don't get why you want to keep her hidden"
"I'm not keeping her hidden, I'm keeping her safe"
"From who?" Reta cut into the conversation.
"You don't need to know that" she went on "all you we'd to know is that you have school tomorrow and you aren't ditching. I don't care how long you've been up, you're going"
"Why do you love school so much?" Ian groaned "they just teach us things that we don't even need to apply in our life"
"But you need to graduate with knowledge" she added in.
"The only place graduation is going to get us is a bill for expensive education, a handshake, and a piece of paper… maybe even traumatized for life, if we fall down the staircase" Ian continued "I saw it happen once, it was embarrassingly and I was only watching"
"The only thing you're scared of, is messing up your hair… we all know that" Reta chuckled slightly, saying the words.
"That one of my many fears" he paused for a second "what about you, Ivy? I don't remember anything you're scared of… I don't think you've ever told me"
"I'm not sure I have one" I kept going "I guess, I haven't given much thought to that… I haven't been out for years and I honestly got over my fear of spiders, there were several in the room they kept me locked up in"
"I would've died in the spot" Ian stated "I hate those creatures… they're so tiny and just imagining those legs crawling over you" he shuddered "I don't even want to think about it"
"I hate broccoli" Reta mumbled.
"Everyone hates broccoli" I said in a 'duh' tone, knowing there was no one that liked it, except for my weird cousin sister, though we aren't going to talk about her right now.
"I don't" mom interrupted "it's tasty"
"That's because your old" from the look on Ian's face, he only realized what he said after saying it. The instant regret that crept on his face made me try my hardest not to laugh.
"If I'm old, what are you?"
"Young" Ian let out under his breath, though we could clearly hear his response to moms question "I didn't mean to say it out loud… it makes me a baby"
"It was a trick question" our mom replied, sending him an amused look, knowing there was no right or went answer… she was just messing around with him.
"By the way, I'm taking Ivy to the festival, after school tomorrow… you don't mind, right?" Reta changed the subject.
"As long as you don't end up at John's booth, I'm fine" mom said, a look of disgust plastered on her face.
She hated John with everything she had, something about him just being annoying. Honestly, almost everyone in town hated him, though he did make delicious pizzas. That's the only booth he'd ever hold, we all knew it.