28 August 2012
Hey, I'm going to start a new series, please give feedback and tell me whether it's worth it! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Don't go outside, True! It's haunted," I tease my best friend, True. "You're laughing now-" "Girls! Please, just go out there if you're so curious." Blake butts in. Blake and I had been together for several years now, we had been 'just friends' in the past so we shared the same friends, it was handy but at times you became a bit jealous. "Yeah, that's a great idea!" Johana bursted playfully "Give me and Blakey some alone time." And here jealous brings me! Johana had always been there for me, up until Blake came along, we shared many, many battles and became enemies! Like we should have been. "Come on then," I said glaring at her, I tug True out of her seat, her face filling with terror. I hope she will get over this soon, we are living here for a week, I'm going to want to get some fresh air! Don't even ask me why Johana is coming. "I've been here before-" True whispers. "They have probably changed it, True. For goodness sakes!" I take a last step to the moulding wooden door. True hides her curly black locks under her chin and looked truly terrified. "I'll wait here," I shove the door open and push her outside, without looking I step out too. The door closes squeakily behind us. Okay maybe True was right, we look like we had been transferred to a country side. It looked as if my vision were in sepia! Everything was old and fragile, there were farmers chewing hay, and strange women flirting with them. "Hey, lil' lady," A man in a tartan shirt says, twirling my blond hair in his fingers. I give a mortified look to True, who returns a confused one to me. "Okay, you're right! At least we can go outside now... I guess, it's still a tad eerie," "What?" Okay yes, people can pull jokes, but I don't think for a minute True would just ignore these people, or not go running back in. "Man, the people sure are friendly," I say, pushing back the man. "Yeah! I was talking to one of the chefs..." She says blushing. "Well, yeah he was lovely," "I mean these people," I say hopefully. "Alright, Freyja. I got it wrong! You're suppose to be nice to me, not continue making fun of me!" At this moment in time, I really need to throw up.
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