Chapter 1
New beginnings
"Annie Margret Wilson! Get down here right now!" Jane Wilson screeched up to the attic that I call my room. "You have boxes to move young lady!"
My mum is a skinny lady with a grinch personality. I can't stand her, but I always do what she says.
I got off my bed straight away and walked to the worn down attic door.
"Where are they?" I asked. Trying to not sound aggravated.
Not hearing Me very well Jane howled back up the stairs, "Now don't you dare use that attitude towards me missy!" I opened the door and leaned out.
"What? I didn't do anything." I said, looking confused.
"Aha that's Not going to work on me this time. FRANK! FRANK! Come here and tell your daughter to get my stuff. And make her stop talking to me like she's innocent."
My dad, Frank, was sitting in his oak brown coloured armchair, it was brought in the house first so he could just sit down and read his newspapers. Frank put his newspaper down on the coffee table and walked over to jane.
"Annie I know you didn't want to move to England and I know you didn't want to leave your friends, but we have a new life now and so we have to make the best of it. Make new friends you'll be fine." He explained to me.
"Dad," I moaned, "I know, and I didn't do anything."
Mum scowled at me then awkwardly stomped away, But dad stayed right where he was looking straight at me.
"Fine, you didn't do anything, but can you please come down and help your mum?"
"Help mum? When has she ever did anything besides yell at me?" I questioned.
"That is true," dad grinned, "Come on I've got papers to read and you're keeping me from them, also the boxes are out the front on the patio." He turned on his heal then strolled off towards the lounge room.
I gently closed my door and skipped down the stairs, nearly tripping over my feet when my stupid little 8 year old brother jumped out in front of me with a zombie mask on.
"Zack!" I yelled, "what the hell was that for?!"
He tilted his head, "isn't it what little brothers do? Annoy and scare the crap out of their siblings."
"Yes, but still I could of tripped over and fallen causing me to crack my head open or worse." She glared at him.
"Oops. Sorry sis," he giggled.
I shook my head trying to forget it,
"Never mind, you can help me with the boxes." I took hold of his shoulders and pushed him towards the front door.
He tried pushing against me with his little arms but failed. I was much stronger than him. I stopped pushing him and turned the Handel for the wooden block they called a door and left Zack at the door. I Walked passed him to pick up a box of my mums favourite jewellery. I couldn't let zack get it or he would drop it and mum would slaughter me for it.
Mum and dad walked passed us, dad was holding a bouquet of flowers. He turned to us while mum got in the passenger seat of the car.
"Annie, will you be ok here if we go visit Russell Prember? My old friend."he asked.
"Yeah I'll be fine. I'll look after zack as well." I said.
"Thank you Annie. See you soon."
"Bye." I waved goodbye than turned back to zack and said,
"Come on zack, Grab a box."
I heaved the box up into my arms and carried it inside. With zack right behind me we walked passed the kitchen and down the wide bright blue painted hallway, the stench of wet paint still in the air. We stopped in the middle of the hall were our parents door stood. Zack tapped my back, I was half shocked to see his facial expressions, he looked scared. What was he scared of? I thought to myself, then that's when I saw it, a half mutant, ghost dog standing at the end of the hall in front of the blocked off door to the basement. It's gleaming red eyes looked straight into mine, it felt as if they were piercing a hole right through my chest making me bleed from the inside out. Without any time to tell zack to run the mutant dog charged at us, with foam hanging out its mouth and fire blazing in its eyes. I threw the box of mums Jewellery at the dog and tackled zack to the ground, the dogs claws just skimming my cheek enough to get a drop of blood from my skin. It skidded to a stop, turned furiously and charged at me with another attack, this time it was opening its mouth aiming at me with a ball of fire ready to burn my body to a crisp. If this fight continued like this zack and I will be barbecued, Damn, I need to do something and fast. I can't use my magic or zack will see, I told myself, I shook my head, "no, I have to do something." I turned to look at zack, who was in sitting at mum an dads bedroom door shaking, "zack! Run!" I yelled, I looked around to find the dog but I couldn't find it. There was a burning light right above me and before I knew it I was lying on the ground with my head bleeding, my back burning and zack was screaming at me to get up. I couldn't give up, not yet. The dog rammed into me again crushing my gut, the impact making me fly across the floor slamming into the wall behind us. I cried out from the pain burning across my body, but I managed to pull myself up and doge the next blow. I couldn't keep this up any longer, I had to use my magic.
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