Chapter 8

• The ding of the microwave brought my nose back up and out of my books that were splattered everywhere in the living room. My rice and curry were ready! Taking my nose out of the book I was reading, I lowered my legs from the chair bringing them to the warmth of my slippers as I made a beeline to the kitchen, where the end to my day’s hunger was awaiting me. The only sound that could be heard in the house being that of the pit patters of my slippers, and well the biological mechanisms of my inhalation and exhalation process.
• I was all alone in the house. I have been alone for a week now. The only traces of Mr Evans the creep being the dirty dishes I found in the sink, a week ago! And how did I know that the creep hasn’t been home for a week? For one, my dirty underwear has been staying wherer they were supposed to be and two, I hadn’t heard or seen him around, both him and Sarah. To make sure that what I had observed was true, I even went as far as asking the neighbours whether they had seen him going in the house when I was at school, and they proved right to my suspicions. To where he was, I did not care, and I prayed that he would stay wherever he was for a lifetime. But as for Sarah, I had no idea and sincerely hoped that she was alright. I had tried phoning her to no avail, she would have called me by now after seeing all those missed calls right? What if something bad had happened to her? What if that creep had...?
• Pushing those thoughts at the back of my mind, I took out my delicious food out the microwave. The aroma was calling to me, my stomach growling angrily in response, demanding to be fed at that instant. Like the submissive girl I was when it came to food, I directly obeyed without a single utter leaving the only sounds to be that of the spoon hitting my now almost empty plate.