Lara was different, she wasn't like others, she walked different, she talked different. She was like the two sides of a coin, She was an angel at home while a demon in school.
She is like the wind that can keep you chilly or the wind that can destroy you.

Lara's Alter Ego

I peeped through my window. The streetlight was malfunctioning as its light flickered. With darkness enveloping the neighborhood, I could barely see anything. I opened my curtains slightly to see more when the lights went off, then it went on. There was a shadow, but I couldn’t see it. The lights went off again and came on, brighter than before. The shadow vanished. 


I closed my curtains and went to sleep. It was almost midnight. I laid down on my bed, covered myself with my duvet when my mouth became dry. I sat up and spotted my empty jug. I tiptoed quietly to the kitchen, not wanting to wake up my parents. I approached the kitchen when I saw the lights were on. Maybe Mom came to get some water too. 


I remained by the kitchen door, expecting my mom, but no one was there. What made things weird was that the stove was on. I tried to turn the stove off, but I couldn’t. 


Chapter Thirteen