• Blood Relatives
    Chapter 1
    I woke up and everything changed: my room, my house and even my roof! It's all different. I had no parents or guardians so that makes me an orphan. I was in an orphanage with my friends I made and after that I’m here. Funny how things work isn't it? Okay maybe I should brush my teeth because I can smell the stench. Uggh! well I never cared because no one ever cared for me anyways besides my friends and I’ve been living and taking care of myself since the beginning. At least I live in a place better than that rat hole (orphanage)!
    I completed the task of refreshing my breath and now I’m hungry. I wonder if there's any food for me. I went towards the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets. Whoa! Jackpot! "I totally hit the mother load!" I screamed. By the way I’m a girl name Krista. Anyway, this open cabinet was filled with all of my favorite foods, and the weird part was, every time I went back to that cabinet and the kind of food I took was back again like I had never taken it. This is a mystery house.
    The sun was out so I went out. I guess no more home schooling for me. I looked around and what surrounded me was a land of dried dead grass. There wasn't just grass, but other houses were there too. Five all in a circle and my house was in the middle. I needed to find out who's in those houses and maybe they might have some connection to me, I don't know but it's such a strong feeling. It's like I might know them but in reality I don't.
    I've had dreams like this before, houses and grass, but it's nothing like this. It's a bit similar though but I feel such strong feelings I can barely tell whether it's a dream or not. You got to know from fantasy and reality, but I guess I’m not following that rule. Pinching myself, I can still feel it when I’m sleeping. I know I'm going to wake up sooner or later, or maybe not. This could be reality or just another fantasy of mine.
    "What's Going on?!?!" I said to myself, "I don't know anything and I bet the others who live in those houses may or may not know. Only one way to find out." All the houses looked the same and I couldn't decide which one to choose. So I’m doing the most mature thing I have ever done, " eeny meeny miny mo, catch a tiger by the toe, if it hollers let it go, my mother told me to choose the very best and it is Y- O- U!" And my finger pointed to a one story house that looked like mine but wasn't mine. I went straight ahead for that house and rang the doorbell.
    I waited until someone opened the door. It was a she just like me. She looked about 12. "um hi I just came out of a house that didn't seem to be mine and I’m wondering if you are having the same experience as I am." I was explaining every detail about what happened starting from this morning and now. "Come inside." She told me. I agreed and sat down on the couch. Once I entered the house I suddenly realized that every design, cabinets, furniture etc were exactly similar to the stuff in my house. " I’m having the same problem," She explained to me, " I’m an orphan and one day when I went to bed, I ended up waking up in this place!" She began to cry," I want to go back to the orphanage! I don't want to be alone!" I cried also. It was Lonesome here, but now that I know someone is facing the same problem as me, I feel a little bit of courage building up inside me, making me want to explore this mysterious place and talk to the other children who live in the other houses surrounding my house. " I know how it feels." I tried to comfort the girl, " I want to go back also, you're not the only one. Maybe we can go outside and talk to the other kids who might be facing the same problems." "okay" she agreed. During our walk to another house she told me she was 13 and her name was Karen. “ Cool. My name is Krista and I’m 16.” I said.