I pulled into the driveway with all the windows and doors locked. Mom's Corvette was parked in my spot, so I parked inayofuata to it. Unlocking the door, I slowly stepped onto the gravel in my beat up sneakers; grabbing my bag before I shut and locked the door. I walked into the front entrance of my house to find my mom and Dylan on the couch. “Mom, I'm home.” I alisema loud enough for both of them to hear.
“Oh, uh hi dear. How was your day?” My mom asked be as she got up from the couch, patting her frizzy hair down and straightening her shirt. “Dylan was going to stay for dinner. We brought Chinese food.”
“Good thing wewe bought chakula because the cupboards are bare. wewe really need to go grocery shopping.” I shrugged out of my koti, jacket and placed my bag on the end table.
“Yes, I was meaning to go shopping, but then I ran into Dylan and we got to talking. He bought us lunch, then we went to his muziki studio in the inayofuata town. How about we go eat. wewe look like you're starving.”
We went into the dining room where a big paper bag was waiting. I opened it and smelled the contents. “Yum, we haven't had this in a while.” I said. The truth was, we hadn't had Chinese chakula since mom brought nyumbani Jackson, her awali boyfriend. My mom took the chakula out of the bag, while I got some plates. Dylan was behind my mom's already pulled out chair, waiting for her to take a seat. She took a kiti, kiti cha and thanked him. I took my usual kiti, kiti cha on the opposite side of the meza, jedwali and Dylan sat beside my mom. “So, Julie, what grade are wewe in now? Grade 11? 12?” Dylan asked me as he passed the rice.
“I'm in grade 11.”
“Are wewe interested in music? Because, as wewe now know, I own the muziki studio in East Wood.”
“I've played the guitar, gitaa and drums since I was 7 if that counts.” Just then, I got a text. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and flipped it open. It was from Brett:
“They know where wewe are. See wewe soon.”
What was wrong with this guy? Was he trying to freak me out? 'Cause it was working. “What's wrong?” my mom saw the look on my face.
“Nothing.” I put my phone back in my pocket and continued eating.
After the dishes were done and Dylan was gone, I went to my room and sat on the edge of the bed. I opened my phone and texted Sophie.
“Hey, what's new?”
I waited for a response. But got none. That wasn't like her, when I texted her it was a matter of dakika before she replied. I got up and walked over to the window. Throwing open the silk curtain, I let the cool breeze flow through my hair. I was enjoying the calming air when I noticed something in the bushes. I squinted to get a better look, but all I could make out was a large black shape with glowing yellow eyes. What is that? I turned around to look for a flashlight and when I turned back, it was gone.
“Oh, uh hi dear. How was your day?” My mom asked be as she got up from the couch, patting her frizzy hair down and straightening her shirt. “Dylan was going to stay for dinner. We brought Chinese food.”
“Good thing wewe bought chakula because the cupboards are bare. wewe really need to go grocery shopping.” I shrugged out of my koti, jacket and placed my bag on the end table.
“Yes, I was meaning to go shopping, but then I ran into Dylan and we got to talking. He bought us lunch, then we went to his muziki studio in the inayofuata town. How about we go eat. wewe look like you're starving.”
We went into the dining room where a big paper bag was waiting. I opened it and smelled the contents. “Yum, we haven't had this in a while.” I said. The truth was, we hadn't had Chinese chakula since mom brought nyumbani Jackson, her awali boyfriend. My mom took the chakula out of the bag, while I got some plates. Dylan was behind my mom's already pulled out chair, waiting for her to take a seat. She took a kiti, kiti cha and thanked him. I took my usual kiti, kiti cha on the opposite side of the meza, jedwali and Dylan sat beside my mom. “So, Julie, what grade are wewe in now? Grade 11? 12?” Dylan asked me as he passed the rice.
“I'm in grade 11.”
“Are wewe interested in music? Because, as wewe now know, I own the muziki studio in East Wood.”
“I've played the guitar, gitaa and drums since I was 7 if that counts.” Just then, I got a text. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and flipped it open. It was from Brett:
“They know where wewe are. See wewe soon.”
What was wrong with this guy? Was he trying to freak me out? 'Cause it was working. “What's wrong?” my mom saw the look on my face.
“Nothing.” I put my phone back in my pocket and continued eating.
After the dishes were done and Dylan was gone, I went to my room and sat on the edge of the bed. I opened my phone and texted Sophie.
“Hey, what's new?”
I waited for a response. But got none. That wasn't like her, when I texted her it was a matter of dakika before she replied. I got up and walked over to the window. Throwing open the silk curtain, I let the cool breeze flow through my hair. I was enjoying the calming air when I noticed something in the bushes. I squinted to get a better look, but all I could make out was a large black shape with glowing yellow eyes. What is that? I turned around to look for a flashlight and when I turned back, it was gone.