Post by aaliyah on Aug 1, 2007 15:45:22 GMT -5
As the front door slammed shut, I stood, just listening to the voices around me. There, at 2:24 am, I broke down in tears. "He's never coming back!" I scream as I fall to the floor. I wrap my arms around me, trying to keep myself company, since I was the only one left in this house. This house had been built in 1921, and only two families had lived her. The Jablonski family, which was now famous thanks to Ray Jablonski, the baseball player. There was the Jablonski family and the Jamerson family, which was never heard of after they had moved into this house. I had never been superstitious, so I didn't find anything wrong with the house. I just thought it was really big, too big for one girl.
Well anyway, my name is Natalie Liniz, I am 19 and living on my own. My father had died many years ago, and my mom had stopped talking to me after his death. I don't even think that she is alive now. I work at the Pin Up Girl Clothing store in Los Angelos, CA. I sometimes model the clothing there, but I mostly just sell the clothes.
As I was sitting there on the floor, sobbing, trying to get rid of the tears, there was a knock at the door. "What?" I scream as I get up and walk slowly toward the door. I open it, not knowing who to expect on the other side. "I'm sorry that I yelled at you. I.... I didn't mean to." He said, my best friend and boy friend, Jake. Jake was 20, and he worked at Wal-Mart. Neither or us really had a real career, but it kept us alive and happy. "I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings, telling you that it was your fault that Bran ran away. I just didn't expect him to run away, I'm sorry." He began to explain, "Can I come in?" He asked. I looked away for a second, then say "Ok." I step out of the door way and sit down on the black leather couch my aunt had bought me. He sat next to me, and took my hand. "I really am sorry." He said, looking into my eyes. "I know, but I have been yelled at too many times in my life, and it just took me by surprise, and it just brought back.... memories." I answered, a tear welling up in my eye again. I leaned on him, me putting my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry too." I whisper as I close my eyes.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Jake gets up and walks over to the door, followed by me. As he opens the door, there are two police officers at the door. "Hello, do you know a Richard Mallordo?" The tall one asks. I look at Jake and see that he knew him. It took me a couple seconds, but then I remembered that it was.... Jake's brother. "Yes." Jake answers, kind of choking on his words. "He has been reported missing." The other police officer. I cover my mouth with my hand, and I look up at Jake. "Ok thank you." Jake says, giving a weak smile. He shuts the door. With out a word he goes and sits down on the couch, where we both were sitting a few moments ago. "I'm sorry." I say, looking at him. I grab his hand, and he holds onto my hand tightly. "First Bran, now Rich.... who else next?" For some odd reason, he turns on the TV. He turns it to the news channel, and the news was just starting. "A young boy, about 13 was reported missing today, at about 1:34 am. Only 13, oh my god. I thought, as I look over at Jake. He is just staring at the screen, in disbelief. I squeeze his hand as he gets up and walks over toward the door. "Where are you going?" I ask him. "I'm going to find Rich, I bet you anything I know where he is." He said as he opened the door. "Wait," I say as I get up. "I'm going with you, Richard was the cutest little thing, I can't help but try and find him." Jake smiles a little bit as we both walk out the door.
STAY TUNED, I WILL BE ADDING MORE ONTO IT!
Well anyway, my name is Natalie Liniz, I am 19 and living on my own. My father had died many years ago, and my mom had stopped talking to me after his death. I don't even think that she is alive now. I work at the Pin Up Girl Clothing store in Los Angelos, CA. I sometimes model the clothing there, but I mostly just sell the clothes.
As I was sitting there on the floor, sobbing, trying to get rid of the tears, there was a knock at the door. "What?" I scream as I get up and walk slowly toward the door. I open it, not knowing who to expect on the other side. "I'm sorry that I yelled at you. I.... I didn't mean to." He said, my best friend and boy friend, Jake. Jake was 20, and he worked at Wal-Mart. Neither or us really had a real career, but it kept us alive and happy. "I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings, telling you that it was your fault that Bran ran away. I just didn't expect him to run away, I'm sorry." He began to explain, "Can I come in?" He asked. I looked away for a second, then say "Ok." I step out of the door way and sit down on the black leather couch my aunt had bought me. He sat next to me, and took my hand. "I really am sorry." He said, looking into my eyes. "I know, but I have been yelled at too many times in my life, and it just took me by surprise, and it just brought back.... memories." I answered, a tear welling up in my eye again. I leaned on him, me putting my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry too." I whisper as I close my eyes.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Jake gets up and walks over to the door, followed by me. As he opens the door, there are two police officers at the door. "Hello, do you know a Richard Mallordo?" The tall one asks. I look at Jake and see that he knew him. It took me a couple seconds, but then I remembered that it was.... Jake's brother. "Yes." Jake answers, kind of choking on his words. "He has been reported missing." The other police officer. I cover my mouth with my hand, and I look up at Jake. "Ok thank you." Jake says, giving a weak smile. He shuts the door. With out a word he goes and sits down on the couch, where we both were sitting a few moments ago. "I'm sorry." I say, looking at him. I grab his hand, and he holds onto my hand tightly. "First Bran, now Rich.... who else next?" For some odd reason, he turns on the TV. He turns it to the news channel, and the news was just starting. "A young boy, about 13 was reported missing today, at about 1:34 am. Only 13, oh my god. I thought, as I look over at Jake. He is just staring at the screen, in disbelief. I squeeze his hand as he gets up and walks over toward the door. "Where are you going?" I ask him. "I'm going to find Rich, I bet you anything I know where he is." He said as he opened the door. "Wait," I say as I get up. "I'm going with you, Richard was the cutest little thing, I can't help but try and find him." Jake smiles a little bit as we both walk out the door.
STAY TUNED, I WILL BE ADDING MORE ONTO IT!