All the houses were the same. All rather big but looked smaller to me now that Iâd grown and extra foot. I closed my eyes and tried to think of my list reasons why I would want to come back here, to the place that swallowed my childhood in one bite. âNew around here, Maâam?â The cap driver asked I looked up to the elderly man, his lazy eyes twitched. âNo, I grew up hereâ I told him, he nodded and smiled, his yellow teeth shining. âRight...I thought you looked familiarâ He admitted, I looked down at my now shaking cold hands. âYouâre Cybil Jonesâ he said, looking rather pleased with himself that he knew who I was. âYeah, such a shame what happened here...well thatâd be $20.70 for the rideâ He told me, I smiled and pulled out my large brown bag. It took a while to find my purse be he didnât seemed to notice the time. I finally pulled out the matching purse and pulled out the correct amount of money. âHave a nice day, Ms. Jonesâ The cap driver said nodding his head. I smiled and stepped out of the car.
I remembered the exact house that I grew up in...It looked just the same. The only real difference was the weeds I got so used to, was now replaced with pretty blue and yellow flowers. I walked up to the black rusty front gate. I pulled on it knowing from experience that it would take a bit of muscle to open. Finally after three tries it budged. I sighed in relief. I gently shut it and started too walked up the long path to the front door. âExcuse me...Excuse me!â I heard someone hell behind me, I turned to see a small lanky man behind me with glasses. âCan I help you?â I asked, he sighed and put the black briefcase he was holding beside him. âYou canât go in thereâ he said adjusting his glasses. I raised an eyebrow at the man. âExcuse me?â I asked he took another deep breath. âUnless you are the daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Jones you canât step a foot on this propertyâ he informed me, I smiled. âWell, then Hi Iâm Cybil Jonesâ I said, his eyes flashed form surprise to Apologetic. âOh, well Iâm sorry, Ms. Jones...Iâm Kyle Hunters. Your father personal assistant or rather wasâ he introduced himself putting out his thin pale hand. I smiled and then shook it. âWell I just came here to give you your keys, Ms. Jonesâ I smiled and put my hand put, he dropped the keys into my hand.
The key fit perfectly in the door, I quickly pulled it out and put it in my back pocket. I slowly opened the door not knowing what to expect. Once I finally got the courage to open it, I saw the all too familiar dark hallway. The paintingâs that my mother collected hung everywhere; pictures of me and my sister were hung near doors and below some of the paintings. It was silent, except for the sound of a dripping tap and the creaks of the floor. There were empty cardboard boxes everywhere, obviously I was meant to do something with them, maybe pack some stuff. I turned on the lights once I got the living room. It looked the same, maybe a bit smaller, the couch, the fire place, the coffee table were all still in the same place. The only thing missing were the people who lived in the house. I sighed and sat on the yellow couch.
It was only two weeks ago I had got the call about my parents. I was out with my boyfriend, Kevin. The club was loud so it was lucky I heard my phone ring. All I really did here was loud sobs from a voice I knew as my sister telling me that thereâd been an accident; I hoped it was that cat she loved so much. But no it was a car crash; a drunk driver had gotten in the car at the wrong time and went through a red light. I fell back on the couch, even the feeling of the soft couch was the same. It had been 5 years since Iâd been at this house and nothing had changed. I sat up and put my head in my hands. âWhat am I doing here?â I asked myself. Amy could have taken care of everything with the funerals and all I really would have to do it just show up. Too much had happened for me to be here, everything with Ava. Ava was my best friend growing up here, her parents werenât really all that reliable, and so she would stay with us. Donât get me wrong I loved Ava like a sister but she got in some dangerous stuff...stuff that got her murdered.
I jumped when I heard a loud knock on the door. âWho is it?â I asked in an awkward tone not knowing if I had the right to do so. âItâs me your sisterâ I heard an angry sounding tone say. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door. I checked the eyehole. âWhat are you doing?â She asked, flicking her honeycomb hair back. âChecking if itâs youâ I said, she nodded. I unlocked the latch and opened the door. She hadnât grown she had always been short; her eyes matched my colour a warm hazel. She walked up the steps and walked straight passed me. âI didnât think you were going to showâ She admitted, I smiled. âNeither did Iâ I said, she shrugged. âAnyway I took care of the funeralâs all you need to do is hang around and tie up some loose ends here and there, until this all blows overâ She said, I nodded. There was a short silence; we just stared at one another. She finally broke it. âAnyway thereâs a party tonight...at the beach and well a lot of people got excited about you coming back...coming homeâ I interrupted her before she could go on. âIâm only here to tie up loose ends, remember?â I said she nodded with disappointment in her eyes. âLook Iâll see if I can comeâ I said she smiled. âOkay, well I have to get back to the shop...it was good to see you againâ She said as she walked away.
Hours past and I had only cleaned the kitchen and the living room. I didnât want to go upstairs but there was a bit of curiosity...Did they keep my room? And if they did what did it look like? I finally decided to let the curiosity come over me. I crept up the stairs until I was at the âdead endâ me and Amy used to call it. I turned to see a door with the name âCybilâs roomâ in big bright yellow letters. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The room looked the same; bed was there with the same butterfly sheets. Mirrorâs and posterâs of Leonardo Dicaprio were everywhere. The window that once was my door stood there shut. I smiled and fell onto my bed. I opened my eyes and smiled. I looked at my roof and saw Photoâs Iâd hung up and forgotten about. There were only about 6 of them, most of them were Amy and me...but one of them was of Ava smiling with a beer in her hand. I got up. âI need some airâ I whispered to myself.
I rushed outside and breathed in as much air as I could. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were shaking. âIt was 5 years ago...why canât you just get over it?â I asked myself. I closed my eyes and breathed in more air. âCybil Jones is that you?â I heard I turned to see Kristen Peterâs smiling. âOh my god it is!â She said running over and hugging me. I laughed and hugged her back. âOh my god...I owe Belinda a good 20 bucks I honestly thought you would chicken outâ I smiled and laughed. âYeah, me toâ I whispered so she didnât hear. She smiled and squeezed my hands. âI really missed you we all didâ She said, I nodded. âI missed you all too...Tell Belinda I said hiâ I said, she smiled and gave me one last quick hug. âI will, oh and thereâs a party at the beach tonight it would just perfect if you could come...and catch up with some old friendsâ She said, I shrugged. âI might comeâ She rolled her eyes and then started to walk off. I sighed and licked my lips.
It was 7 oâclock just about the time the party would be starting. âYou canât go your parents just died going to a party wouldnât be right...but Amyâs going...never mind that youâre not her...Go and say a quick hello have a beer and then get outâ I argued with myself. I finally decided to go. I put on a pair of ripped jeans and random t-shirt and jumper. I put on a pair of flats and then opened the door. I quickly locked it and started to walk to the beach. I could see the bonfire the more closer I got. âThereâs still time to chicken outâ I told myself. No you have to go and face the people that you once loved...your friends that you once considered family. I finally walked up to the beach where I saw everyone I once knew. Everyone was gathered around the bonfire drinking and laughing. âWell, well, looks who I foundâ I heard a smug voice say, I smiled and turned to a smiling Caleb. âI knew you would come back to me some day it really was just a matter of timeâ he said smiling. âHiya Calâ Is aid, he smiled. âHey Cybâ He said. âSo I heard you were coming back didnât think you would thoughâ he said, I rolled my eyes. âIt seems no one didâ I said, he nodded and took a sip of his beer. âItâs been a while since we talkedâ he said, I nodded. âSorry, Itâs been crazy in New Yorkâ I said he nodded. âNo, No I get it...you got too old for meâ I laughed. âHey Cybâ I heard my name I turned to see someone people knew as Aaron but I knew him as Avaâs killer.
I remembered the exact house that I grew up in...It looked just the same. The only real difference was the weeds I got so used to, was now replaced with pretty blue and yellow flowers. I walked up to the black rusty front gate. I pulled on it knowing from experience that it would take a bit of muscle to open. Finally after three tries it budged. I sighed in relief. I gently shut it and started too walked up the long path to the front door. âExcuse me...Excuse me!â I heard someone hell behind me, I turned to see a small lanky man behind me with glasses. âCan I help you?â I asked, he sighed and put the black briefcase he was holding beside him. âYou canât go in thereâ he said adjusting his glasses. I raised an eyebrow at the man. âExcuse me?â I asked he took another deep breath. âUnless you are the daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Jones you canât step a foot on this propertyâ he informed me, I smiled. âWell, then Hi Iâm Cybil Jonesâ I said, his eyes flashed form surprise to Apologetic. âOh, well Iâm sorry, Ms. Jones...Iâm Kyle Hunters. Your father personal assistant or rather wasâ he introduced himself putting out his thin pale hand. I smiled and then shook it. âWell I just came here to give you your keys, Ms. Jonesâ I smiled and put my hand put, he dropped the keys into my hand.
The key fit perfectly in the door, I quickly pulled it out and put it in my back pocket. I slowly opened the door not knowing what to expect. Once I finally got the courage to open it, I saw the all too familiar dark hallway. The paintingâs that my mother collected hung everywhere; pictures of me and my sister were hung near doors and below some of the paintings. It was silent, except for the sound of a dripping tap and the creaks of the floor. There were empty cardboard boxes everywhere, obviously I was meant to do something with them, maybe pack some stuff. I turned on the lights once I got the living room. It looked the same, maybe a bit smaller, the couch, the fire place, the coffee table were all still in the same place. The only thing missing were the people who lived in the house. I sighed and sat on the yellow couch.
It was only two weeks ago I had got the call about my parents. I was out with my boyfriend, Kevin. The club was loud so it was lucky I heard my phone ring. All I really did here was loud sobs from a voice I knew as my sister telling me that thereâd been an accident; I hoped it was that cat she loved so much. But no it was a car crash; a drunk driver had gotten in the car at the wrong time and went through a red light. I fell back on the couch, even the feeling of the soft couch was the same. It had been 5 years since Iâd been at this house and nothing had changed. I sat up and put my head in my hands. âWhat am I doing here?â I asked myself. Amy could have taken care of everything with the funerals and all I really would have to do it just show up. Too much had happened for me to be here, everything with Ava. Ava was my best friend growing up here, her parents werenât really all that reliable, and so she would stay with us. Donât get me wrong I loved Ava like a sister but she got in some dangerous stuff...stuff that got her murdered.
I jumped when I heard a loud knock on the door. âWho is it?â I asked in an awkward tone not knowing if I had the right to do so. âItâs me your sisterâ I heard an angry sounding tone say. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door. I checked the eyehole. âWhat are you doing?â She asked, flicking her honeycomb hair back. âChecking if itâs youâ I said, she nodded. I unlocked the latch and opened the door. She hadnât grown she had always been short; her eyes matched my colour a warm hazel. She walked up the steps and walked straight passed me. âI didnât think you were going to showâ She admitted, I smiled. âNeither did Iâ I said, she shrugged. âAnyway I took care of the funeralâs all you need to do is hang around and tie up some loose ends here and there, until this all blows overâ She said, I nodded. There was a short silence; we just stared at one another. She finally broke it. âAnyway thereâs a party tonight...at the beach and well a lot of people got excited about you coming back...coming homeâ I interrupted her before she could go on. âIâm only here to tie up loose ends, remember?â I said she nodded with disappointment in her eyes. âLook Iâll see if I can comeâ I said she smiled. âOkay, well I have to get back to the shop...it was good to see you againâ She said as she walked away.
Hours past and I had only cleaned the kitchen and the living room. I didnât want to go upstairs but there was a bit of curiosity...Did they keep my room? And if they did what did it look like? I finally decided to let the curiosity come over me. I crept up the stairs until I was at the âdead endâ me and Amy used to call it. I turned to see a door with the name âCybilâs roomâ in big bright yellow letters. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The room looked the same; bed was there with the same butterfly sheets. Mirrorâs and posterâs of Leonardo Dicaprio were everywhere. The window that once was my door stood there shut. I smiled and fell onto my bed. I opened my eyes and smiled. I looked at my roof and saw Photoâs Iâd hung up and forgotten about. There were only about 6 of them, most of them were Amy and me...but one of them was of Ava smiling with a beer in her hand. I got up. âI need some airâ I whispered to myself.
I rushed outside and breathed in as much air as I could. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were shaking. âIt was 5 years ago...why canât you just get over it?â I asked myself. I closed my eyes and breathed in more air. âCybil Jones is that you?â I heard I turned to see Kristen Peterâs smiling. âOh my god it is!â She said running over and hugging me. I laughed and hugged her back. âOh my god...I owe Belinda a good 20 bucks I honestly thought you would chicken outâ I smiled and laughed. âYeah, me toâ I whispered so she didnât hear. She smiled and squeezed my hands. âI really missed you we all didâ She said, I nodded. âI missed you all too...Tell Belinda I said hiâ I said, she smiled and gave me one last quick hug. âI will, oh and thereâs a party at the beach tonight it would just perfect if you could come...and catch up with some old friendsâ She said, I shrugged. âI might comeâ She rolled her eyes and then started to walk off. I sighed and licked my lips.
It was 7 oâclock just about the time the party would be starting. âYou canât go your parents just died going to a party wouldnât be right...but Amyâs going...never mind that youâre not her...Go and say a quick hello have a beer and then get outâ I argued with myself. I finally decided to go. I put on a pair of ripped jeans and random t-shirt and jumper. I put on a pair of flats and then opened the door. I quickly locked it and started to walk to the beach. I could see the bonfire the more closer I got. âThereâs still time to chicken outâ I told myself. No you have to go and face the people that you once loved...your friends that you once considered family. I finally walked up to the beach where I saw everyone I once knew. Everyone was gathered around the bonfire drinking and laughing. âWell, well, looks who I foundâ I heard a smug voice say, I smiled and turned to a smiling Caleb. âI knew you would come back to me some day it really was just a matter of timeâ he said smiling. âHiya Calâ Is aid, he smiled. âHey Cybâ He said. âSo I heard you were coming back didnât think you would thoughâ he said, I rolled my eyes. âIt seems no one didâ I said, he nodded and took a sip of his beer. âItâs been a while since we talkedâ he said, I nodded. âSorry, Itâs been crazy in New Yorkâ I said he nodded. âNo, No I get it...you got too old for meâ I laughed. âHey Cybâ I heard my name I turned to see someone people knew as Aaron but I knew him as Avaâs killer.
Hi today i will tell you haw to become a mermaid
Side effects:
-itchy legs
-drinking lots of water
-singing allot
Method:
Get into the shower take your shower.
near the end say this spell:
Mermaid magic come to me
I would like a tale not two feet beuaty be upon me fish of all kinds let me see when im finished in the sea when im dry let my feet return to me SO MOTE IT BE
When you say it make sure your wet
Then dry up
Next time you touch water close your eyes imagine you being a mermaid and count to ten out loud then you should fall over and open your eyes
FIND THE MAGIC TALE
WARNING
THIS MAY NOT WORK FOR YOU
I DID NOT MAKE IT UP MY SELF
I GOT IT FROM YOUTUBE
BUT IF IT WORKS TELL ME ILL TYPE IN MORE SPELLS
THIS IS MY FIRST ONE
STAY TUNED
Side effects:
-itchy legs
-drinking lots of water
-singing allot
Method:
Get into the shower take your shower.
near the end say this spell:
Mermaid magic come to me
I would like a tale not two feet beuaty be upon me fish of all kinds let me see when im finished in the sea when im dry let my feet return to me SO MOTE IT BE
When you say it make sure your wet
Then dry up
Next time you touch water close your eyes imagine you being a mermaid and count to ten out loud then you should fall over and open your eyes
FIND THE MAGIC TALE
WARNING
THIS MAY NOT WORK FOR YOU
I DID NOT MAKE IT UP MY SELF
I GOT IT FROM YOUTUBE
BUT IF IT WORKS TELL ME ILL TYPE IN MORE SPELLS
THIS IS MY FIRST ONE
STAY TUNED
When I woke up I was on a cement floor. My head felt terrible pain and I saw that I had some black and blue on my leg.
''Finally, you woke up. I have been waiting for your name.'' A voice said behind me. I turned around and screamed the sream that sounds like a dying llama. ''Billiam Fergunsun!'' I yelled in rage. ''Yes, tis I ,Billiam Fergunsun."
He is such an idiot. I stood up and brought my knee to his pee-hole and he screamed like a little girl. "Girl power!" I screamed. I didn't notice his friends.
They almost hit me when I heard someone scream now! and I felt light headed and everything went dark again.
''Finally, you woke up. I have been waiting for your name.'' A voice said behind me. I turned around and screamed the sream that sounds like a dying llama. ''Billiam Fergunsun!'' I yelled in rage. ''Yes, tis I ,Billiam Fergunsun."
He is such an idiot. I stood up and brought my knee to his pee-hole and he screamed like a little girl. "Girl power!" I screamed. I didn't notice his friends.
They almost hit me when I heard someone scream now! and I felt light headed and everything went dark again.
Another day in paradise, NOT!
Just another summer day of hanging out with friends and such.
Omg. He. Is. Hot. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I saw the cutest guy IN THE UNIVERSE. Well, maybe I am exaggerating but STILL! He is hot!
I must have been staring because the next minute I was on a tree. OMG. He was looking at ME!!!!!!! ''Hi I'm Brady."
"I......I........." OMG! Sooooo stupid! My best friend was gone now and he leaned down. OMG. He kissed me! Then...... gone. I was in my bed. Was it a dream? Well, I think i'll check just to be sure.
Just another summer day of hanging out with friends and such.
Omg. He. Is. Hot. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I saw the cutest guy IN THE UNIVERSE. Well, maybe I am exaggerating but STILL! He is hot!
I must have been staring because the next minute I was on a tree. OMG. He was looking at ME!!!!!!! ''Hi I'm Brady."
"I......I........." OMG! Sooooo stupid! My best friend was gone now and he leaned down. OMG. He kissed me! Then...... gone. I was in my bed. Was it a dream? Well, I think i'll check just to be sure.