Chapter 1: The Boy

Things happens pretty fast, I woke up in a start. “ So today the family left” I said to myself.

As usual, I took a bath and make myself some breakfast, for some reason, the foods in the kitchen never run out, ‘probably magic’ that’s what I always thought. I head to the room full of mirrors, and see that the family had started packing to leave.

The feeling of sadness start to build up in my throat, I know I don’t even know them and they don’t know me, but I just feeling lonely to know I’ll be alone again… I sit at one of the chair, watching as the family left the house. “Thank you for coming!” I said in a whisper, though I know they won’t hear me.

I walk outside the house and climbed up the hill, I sat below the huge tree and close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing softly on my face. I opened my eyes, and saw a black car passing through street. Outside the house I can see my surrounding but they still can’t see nor hear me. The car seems pretty expensive, and to my surprise its heading to the house.

I rushed in the house, curious to see who is the next visitor to the house. I went in to the room, and wait. A young man came in, I waited to see if any other people come in, but apparently he came alone. He put his suitcase beside a table. I examined him, he has a brown hair with white skin, and a pair of beautiful green eyes, he looks like about 16 years old and he’s pretty handsome.

I’m feeling a bit familiar about him, ‘Had he came here’ I thought. Suddenly something’s ring, and I jumped in surprise. The young man took something on his jean’s pocket. Apparently it’s the ring of a phone, he picked it up. “Yes, dad?” he asked, and then he listened for a bit.

“ Yeah, it’s okay, I just hope you will come”, he answer the phone with calm voice. “Sure, good luck” he said after some time. He then hung up the phone, and to my surprised his face darkened. “Like I care about what they do” he mumbled.

He took a glass and filled it with water and took a sip, and then he turned to my direction. Our eyes made a contact, and he dropped the glass. The glass shattered on the floor, and he looked down, I rushed outside the room and closed the door.

Did he saw me? I’m so startled, maybe I’m just daydreaming, or maybe he saw he’s own reflection and the glass just slipped from his hand.

I’m so surprise, for the whole day I didn’t go to the room. I wondered if he saw me…

P.S from author: Thank you so much for reading my story, I'm still working for chapter 2, thank you and have a nice day!

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