It’s Too Scary To Be True

The night was quiet...too quiet. I was lying down on the couch in my evil Aunt Maria’s living room. She was planning on sticking me in the old, smelly guest room, but luckily, I got myself out of it and persuaded her to let me sleep on the couch. I guess I should’ve let Aunt Maria stick me in the guest room, ‘cause the couch was very uncomfortable and itchy.

Aunt Maria was divorced and had no children. She had dark brown hair that she always kept in a ponytail, black, beady eyes, and she was never smiling. She was the meanest woman in the neighborhood.

My father, however, was the opposite. Father was the nicest man anyone could ever imagine. My mother must’ve been lucky to have him. My mother had died giving birth to me, and father had to raise me by himself until I was 12 years old. That plan would have worked out if my father hadn’t died in battle when I was 10. And now, his mean old older sister, Aunt Maria had to take care of me, but she wasn’t doing a very good job at it.

Now, I’m 14 and it’s been 5 years since my father died. I loved my father, he was a really nice guy. But I hated his sister for a long list of reasons.

I lay there, on the couch, the clock ticking loudly on the wall in the kitchen, and my Aunt Maria sleeping noisily upstairs. I finally sat up and brushed my black hair out of my face. I looked around uncomfortably. The place we live in now was quite small and barely had any room in it. Who would want to live in a tiny place like this?

Anyway, I stood up and went upstairs to my aunt’s bedroom quietly. I stood in her doorway, watching her snore the night away. Then I slowly took out my phoenix feather and unicorn hair-made wand and pointed it at her. “Obliviate.” I whispered softly. A small glow appeared around my aunt’s head, then disappeared. I had just erased Aunt Maria’s memories of me. I made her think that she had never taken me in. I made her forget about my father’s death. I made her forget that my father ever had a child.

Then I quietly turned on my heel and went into the guest room where all of my stuff were. I changed into a black turtleneck shirt, dark blue jeans, and some cowgirl boots. I brushed out my long, gleaming black hair and put it in a ponytail, then brushed my teeth.

Then I grabbed my special bag and packed every bit of clean clothing, my old Hogwarts school books, my iPod, my cordless laptop (I used magic to make it cordless), and my beautiful leather journal my father had given me for my 8th birthday. I hadn’t really touched it since he had given it to me. All I did was write my name in it, that’s all. Anyway, I slipped my wand into the very deep pocket of my jeans, I would be needing it.

Then I went to my old dresser and took out the special necklace Father had given me before he went into war. There was only a special designed key on it with a red gem in it. I kissed the gem softly before putting the necklace around my neck.

Then I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, then I headed downstairs.

I went into the kitchen and quietly opened up the pantry. The green glowing clock on the stove read 4:30 in the morning. I had plenty of time of making my great escape into the wilderness.

I set my bag on the table and took the remaining boxes of Pop Tarts out of the pantry. I put the PopTarts in the bag and walked bag to the pantry. I then took out the remaining boxes of Girl Scout cookies, and put them in my bag. I closed the pantry up and went to the fridge. I grabbed a few red apples and some mozzarella cheese sticks, and put them in my bag. I whispered a spell to make the bag like a fridge. Then I grabbed the carton of orange juice and slipped it into the bag. I closed the fridge and closed up my bag. Then I walked out the front door, locking it behind me.

I walked to the middle of the road and looked right and left. Then I took a left and started heading toward the large brick building a mile ahead of me. The building was our meeting place. It was an old church from way back in the 1500's. but people have stopped going there for some reason and it’s been empty since 1893 A.C.

My cousins and I hang there all the time now. Aunt Maria and my cousins’ parents don’t know about it. We hang there because the park was always too busy with little kids and we didn’t want to have headaches. So we all chose the church.

My cousins’ names are Shelby and Emilie Sorenson. They are sisters. Shelby is 13 years old, and Emilie is 12. Shelby has medium-length auburn hair that points in all directions, and greenish-gold eyes. She’s taller than both me and Emilie. She gets it from her father’s side. Emilie has short brunette hair and greenish-blue eyes. She’s also taller than me, and she also gets it from her father. Shelby and Emilie don’t look alike, but they’re still sisters.

I saw my cousins walking toward the old church from the West side of the street. They glanced at me and stopped walking. I ran to them in a few minutes. I’m fast, but not as fast as Shelby and Emilie. I’m also very graceful, so when I run, it looks like I’m running on air.

I reached them and slowed to a stop.

“What are we gonna do now?” I asked them.

“Well, we could start walking East. If we find a meadow or something, we can rest there for the night. Then in the morning, we’ll start walking again.” Emilie replied.

I nodded. “Is that our plan so far?”

She nodded slowly. I could see sadness in her eyes.

I sighed. “What did you guys do to your parents?”

She sniffed sadly. “We erased their memories of us.” she whispered.

I felt so bad for my cousins. “I did the same thing to Aunt Maria.”

She nodded, looking even more sad.

Shelby remained silent. She was staring back at her home, a very sad look on her face. She sniffed, and tears brimmed in her eyes.

I walked up to her, and put a hand gently on her shoulder.

“I’m gonna miss them.” she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Emilie came over and rested her head in her sister’s other shoulder. She was crying, too. “I’m going to miss them, too, sister.”

I hugged both of them, feeling the tears brimming in my eyes. The sisters’ parents were very nice people. They were also my aunt and uncle. Aunt Vikki (the girls mother) was the only aunt in this town who was ever kind to me. And now we were all leaving them for good. Because we couldn’t take the bullying around here anymore. Even me and my cousins have had black eyes from the bullies a bunch of times. So, we pretty much have had enough. But sadly, we couldn’t let the adults know, they wouldn’t let us leave if we ever told them. So we had to erase their memories of us so we could go on our journey into the wilderness.

“I’m going to miss them, too, you guys.” I said, letting the tears roll down my cheeks.

A few minutes of crying past. Finally, Shelby whispered, “Let’s go.” So we turned and headed East. I noticed that Emilie was wearing a diamond necklace that her mother had given her on her 12th birthday. I also noticed that Shelby was wearing the diamond earrings her father had given her on her 13th birthday. I smiled sadly at the last happy memory of Aunt Vikki, me and the girls.

We kept heading East, never stopping. Except to finally eat breakfast at like, 6:00.