I sat down on the window sill feeling cold.
“I don’t get it, I don’t get it at all” I whispered through the glass to the rest of the world.
After a while I decided to do the washing up from last night. Dirty, spaghetti Bolognese source clung determinedly on the white china dishes.
“Come on!” I cried hitting the plate on the side in anger, it shattered into tiny pieces.
“AH!” I screamed jumping out of the way just in time before the tiny bits fell on the floor. Another job to do. Wow, parents do, do hard work. I can now understand why parents mutter behind out backs, thinking that no one’s listening but they are.
After I had finished with all the chores you could possibly think of in the house, I sat ouside on the wall, watching the sky with the clouds drifting by, like nothing unusual was going on at all.
Suddenly without thinking to much about it, I knew that I would have to go at some point with the spirits, I mean come on I couldn’t live my life working away, doing nothing for the rest of my child hood, I mean I’m only 14, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
I stood up, and marched over to the house, It was funny I kind of knew what I was doing, somehow.
I ran into my bedroom, and closed the door. Breathing deeply and cried,
“Come out Spirits, come, I must come to the world of Spirits”