1-The Letter

Written By: PMS Cheetah
Edited By: PMS R0BYN H00D

As some would say, I’m not the normal teenage girl. I like to play video games, especially when they are online. It’s something I learned from my brother and decided to pick up. My Dad got me my first console, because I kept hitting my brother every time I died. Fun times, fun times.

However, my parents are divorced; that tends to create a huge rift between people sometimes. I live with my mom, but there are occasions where I go visit my dad. The main reason I visit him is because my brother, Tyler, lives there. Okay he’s not just my brother, he’s my twin. That’s my family; it’s not too complex.

Anyways, I eventually met oodles of friends online that were like one big family to me. I never thought that I would actually meet anyone online that would become very close to me from miles away! I could tell them anything on my mind; that's how close we were. They would never judge me, and if they ever left me for another player it was no big deal.

I’m not the skinniest person ever. I guess that’s why I like talking to people online so much. They get the chance to know my personality, before judging me right away. I have bright curly red hair and, from what some people say, I have dazzling blue eyes. I’ve never believed them.

That following weekend my dad dropped me off in his red banged up old car at my mom’s house. Whenever I got to my mom’s house I always check the mail. I don’t know why; I guess it’s just a habit. However, there was something different in it this time. For once there was actually some for ME! But, it didn’t have any return address, or stamp; weird isn’t it? In the excitement of finally getting a letter in the mail, I ripped it open.

Dear Taylor-Jane,

At twelve P.M. Central Standard Time you are ordered to be present at 902 West B Street. Do not enter the house; instead walk around to the back yard. Enter the shed. From there you will receive further instructions. In the meantime DO NOT tell anybody about this letter or what you are doing. Before you arrive you are to pick your brother, Tyler, up and bring him with you.

Sincerely,
The President of the United States

I didn’t know what to think. Should I go? Is it really from the president? This is almost too strange to believe. Suddenly my ringtone on my phone went off. It’s that suspense song from Jaws, but it played extremely loud. You have to hear it. It was a text message from my brother.

Did u get it? Tyler asked.
Yea, wat do we do? I wondered.
Well pick me at 11:30? Or r u 2 scared to sneak out? He teased.
No I’m not scared I replied nervously.
Alright then pick me up
Ok I will

Okay I guess that’s it. I have to do it. I raced through the kitchen up the stairs to my bedroom. My bed is placed up against the white walls. With the closet across from the bed, I had a mirror right by it. Beside the mirror was my white dresser with light wood accents. Okay this makes my room sound all nice and tidy. That is so not the case. My bed is unmade and my makeup, brush, jewelry are all over the top of my dresser. Not to mention the clothes all over the floor.

I grabbed a black duffel bag out of the back of my closet and started to shove clothes inside it. I sat back and was trying to think about what I was forgetting. Well I guess I have no idea what going to happen, so I better put food and water in the bag. Also some money just in case, you never know.

Just as I was placing the last items in the bag I heard the garage door rise up off the cement. My mom’s finally home. I quickly shoved the bag back into my closet ready for tonight.