Post by Shade Vileen on Feb 28, 2011 20:16:46 GMT -5
So, for my newest Creative Writing project, my teacher said to make the first sentence, 'Do not read this story'. From there, she told us to have fun. I am 
Do not read this story. It isn't one that most people would like. It isn't even one that I like. However, the need to tell this tale is too great of a need to ignore, and I must get it down. It is the story that changed my life forever, and it might just change yours, too- only if you continue reading, though, which I urge you not to.
The name's Peter. Pete for short. I live in a small house in a small neighborhood, and I usually mind my own business. Until the neighbors moved in next door. The house they claimed had been empty for as long as I can remember. Apparently, some lady died of starvation. Every time someone tried living in it, they were frightened out of their wits. At least, so I heard from Old Man Willis who lives across from that house. But, then again, his latest story was something about a kangaroo and a walrus in his backyard. If you ask me, he's probably delusional.
Anyway, when I heard I was finally getting neighbors, I was pretty pleased. I'd been tired of living next to an abandoned and haunted house. Though I didn't really believe the story of the lady's death, it still gave me the creeps every time I glanced over at the cobwebbed windows and overgrown grass. So, I decided to pay them a visit. I waited until I finished work. Instead of going to my house, though, I went to their place, and knocked on the door. A young boy answered it, a boy no older then twelve. He was chewing gum and wore a blue cap to cover his mop of dark, curly hair. “Yeah?” he asked, smacking his gum annoyingly.
“Uh, hi. I'm the next door neighbor, and I wanted to say-”
“I don't care,” the kid snapped at me.
I was appalled at his behavior. Didn't his parents teach him any manners? “Well, that was pretty rude.”
“Yeah, so are you!” the kid exclaimed.
“What's your name?” I asked, feeling my anger rise.
“Kid.”
“What?”
“My name is Kid,” Kid snarled at me, narrowing his eyes. “Are you deaf?”
I was just ready to beat this kid up when I heard a woman's voice in the background. “Honey, who is that?” Kid didn't answer, and so the woman came to the door. She was pretty nice looking, and gave me a polite smile. “Oh, hello! I had no idea we had company. Was Kid bothering you?”
“Slightly,” I answered, surprised that his name was actually Kid. I almost understood why he was such a brat. “It was no problem, though. I'm Pete, your neighbor. I just wanted to stop by and say hi.”
“Oh, that was so nice of you! I'm as pleased as a pickle to meet you!” She held out a small hand and I shook it, slightly confused with her insane metaphor.
Kid rolled his eyes, noticing my confusion. “Pickles are happy and pleased creatures,” he explained to me. “Stop acting so stupid.”
What, did I just get aliens for neighbors or something? I really wasn't sure what to say, so I just smiled kindly at the woman, for she just started talking again. “I'm Woman Smith. My husband, Smithy Smith, is at work right now.”
I was now a little bit frightened. These names were just very odd. “Oh. Uh, where does...Mr. Smith work?”
“Smithy, dear. He doesn't like those silly titles.” She giggled, and I blinked, getting even more scared. “He's a school bus driver.”
“Really?” I glanced down at my watch. Seven-fifteen.
Woman nodded. “Yes. He's a little late today, though. He's supposed to be home at five today.” She sighed and looked over my shoulder, standing on her tip-toes to do so. “He must be talking to his school bus.”
“Talking to the bus?”
“Yes, darling. It'll help lift it's spirits up.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Poor thing, having to drag students all morning and all afternoon. They're all so loud and obnoxious, too.”
I wasn't sure if she thought Smithy or the bus was a poor thing, and I decided against asking. This conversation was just too much for me. “Yeah, well, I probably should get going. I have some things to do.”
Woman chuckled. “Nonsense, sweetie! You must come and join us for dinner!”
“No, really, I'm fine,” I protested, backing away from her. “Maybe some other time!”
“Oh. Well, make it soon! I think Kid is quite taken by you!” Woman exclaimed joyfully, patting Kid on his cap.
Kid sneered at me. “Go stuff your head in a toilet.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as Woman laughed yet again. “Oh, he's a charming young man, is he not?”
“Indeed he is,” I muttered, quickly walking back to my own place. And, if by charming young man she meant a rotten boy, then he certainly was.
Do not read this story. It isn't one that most people would like. It isn't even one that I like. However, the need to tell this tale is too great of a need to ignore, and I must get it down. It is the story that changed my life forever, and it might just change yours, too- only if you continue reading, though, which I urge you not to.
The name's Peter. Pete for short. I live in a small house in a small neighborhood, and I usually mind my own business. Until the neighbors moved in next door. The house they claimed had been empty for as long as I can remember. Apparently, some lady died of starvation. Every time someone tried living in it, they were frightened out of their wits. At least, so I heard from Old Man Willis who lives across from that house. But, then again, his latest story was something about a kangaroo and a walrus in his backyard. If you ask me, he's probably delusional.
Anyway, when I heard I was finally getting neighbors, I was pretty pleased. I'd been tired of living next to an abandoned and haunted house. Though I didn't really believe the story of the lady's death, it still gave me the creeps every time I glanced over at the cobwebbed windows and overgrown grass. So, I decided to pay them a visit. I waited until I finished work. Instead of going to my house, though, I went to their place, and knocked on the door. A young boy answered it, a boy no older then twelve. He was chewing gum and wore a blue cap to cover his mop of dark, curly hair. “Yeah?” he asked, smacking his gum annoyingly.
“Uh, hi. I'm the next door neighbor, and I wanted to say-”
“I don't care,” the kid snapped at me.
I was appalled at his behavior. Didn't his parents teach him any manners? “Well, that was pretty rude.”
“Yeah, so are you!” the kid exclaimed.
“What's your name?” I asked, feeling my anger rise.
“Kid.”
“What?”
“My name is Kid,” Kid snarled at me, narrowing his eyes. “Are you deaf?”
I was just ready to beat this kid up when I heard a woman's voice in the background. “Honey, who is that?” Kid didn't answer, and so the woman came to the door. She was pretty nice looking, and gave me a polite smile. “Oh, hello! I had no idea we had company. Was Kid bothering you?”
“Slightly,” I answered, surprised that his name was actually Kid. I almost understood why he was such a brat. “It was no problem, though. I'm Pete, your neighbor. I just wanted to stop by and say hi.”
“Oh, that was so nice of you! I'm as pleased as a pickle to meet you!” She held out a small hand and I shook it, slightly confused with her insane metaphor.
Kid rolled his eyes, noticing my confusion. “Pickles are happy and pleased creatures,” he explained to me. “Stop acting so stupid.”
What, did I just get aliens for neighbors or something? I really wasn't sure what to say, so I just smiled kindly at the woman, for she just started talking again. “I'm Woman Smith. My husband, Smithy Smith, is at work right now.”
I was now a little bit frightened. These names were just very odd. “Oh. Uh, where does...Mr. Smith work?”
“Smithy, dear. He doesn't like those silly titles.” She giggled, and I blinked, getting even more scared. “He's a school bus driver.”
“Really?” I glanced down at my watch. Seven-fifteen.
Woman nodded. “Yes. He's a little late today, though. He's supposed to be home at five today.” She sighed and looked over my shoulder, standing on her tip-toes to do so. “He must be talking to his school bus.”
“Talking to the bus?”
“Yes, darling. It'll help lift it's spirits up.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Poor thing, having to drag students all morning and all afternoon. They're all so loud and obnoxious, too.”
I wasn't sure if she thought Smithy or the bus was a poor thing, and I decided against asking. This conversation was just too much for me. “Yeah, well, I probably should get going. I have some things to do.”
Woman chuckled. “Nonsense, sweetie! You must come and join us for dinner!”
“No, really, I'm fine,” I protested, backing away from her. “Maybe some other time!”
“Oh. Well, make it soon! I think Kid is quite taken by you!” Woman exclaimed joyfully, patting Kid on his cap.
Kid sneered at me. “Go stuff your head in a toilet.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as Woman laughed yet again. “Oh, he's a charming young man, is he not?”
“Indeed he is,” I muttered, quickly walking back to my own place. And, if by charming young man she meant a rotten boy, then he certainly was.
