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About Me
What exactly the story's about:
Fifteen year old, Rena Morgan never really fit in, nor did she try. Always an outsider, until one day, she saw Albana Montriato sitting on her roof. Her roof where she came up with great ideas and wonderful stories, but the surprises don't stop there. Albana drags Rena and two other girls, Mariah and Kallie, into a mess that none of them will forget as long as they live. The book is full of suspense and emotions that are fit for a prime-time tv show. You won't be able to stop reading.
Chapters 1 & 2
Chapter One
Up one that roof was where I thought up my greatest ideas, wrote my greatest poems, and dreamed my greatest dreams. It wasn’t the nicest roof, or the steadiest, but I was slender so my weight didn’t make a whole lot of difference. It was a cold night in November. As cold as it got in November for North Carolina. My mom had just had another one of her “fits” and had almost nailed me in the head with a plastic vas. Mom hadn’t been sober for more than five minutes since my dad left us, which was when I was 9. Anyway, after one of her “fits”, she usually ends them by storming out of the house and not coming back for a few days, I always need a chance to unwind and breathe a little bit so I go to the roof. The roof, my roof, what ever it was, was my sanctuary, my Atlantis, my bomb shelter, from anything. Nothing could bother me up there. A little fact about the roof; it wasn’t the roof of my house. No, the roof wasn’t exactly mine in the literal sense. It used to belong to my best friend Stacy. Until that horrible fire. That fire killed Stacy. Her parents felt no need to stay in Oakville, so they left. Somehow, in that horrible fire, the roof stayed intact. With still enough support to hold me. Yes that roof held some painful memories, but that roof also held some wonderful. It had a magnificent view of Maywn Lake were Stacy and I had spent so much time we thought our fingers would be permanently pruney. I know what you’re wondering, How did she get on the roof if the entire inside was gone? Well that’s an easy one. I climbed up one the tree beside it. It was the only way up otherwise. After that “fit” my mom had, I, as planned, went on the roof. When I clambered over a branch to find a comfortable seat, I looked up and saw none other than Albana Montriato. One of the meanest, bitchiest, most popular girls in my school was on my roof. MY roof. I was speechless. I could think of anything to say even if I wasn’t speechless. She hadn’t seen me yet so I quickly tried to climb down the tree, but my stupid long, brown, messy hair got stuck on a branch. I cursed loudly. Albana looked up, startled. “There you are Rena, I need to talk to you.” She needed to talk to me? That’s strange. The only time she had heeded to talk to me was when we had been paired up (involuntarily of course) to do a project and she wanted to know when I would be done. I didn’t want to be completely rude yet, so I walked over to where Albana was sitting and plopped down next to her. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked, still not wanting to be rude. “Can I trust you?” she asked, leaning over looking straight at me with those horrible, piercing blue eyes. “Umm…. Yeah I guess…..” I stuttered. Not knowing how to answer. “I’m asking you and two other girls for help.” Albana started. “I’m not sure who the other two are yet, but maybe you can help me with that later.” She was just rambling. It made no sense. “TheStoreOnHarborRoadThatSellsTheVintageClothesHasThisHiddenDoorOK?” She said quicky, looking around. “IFoundItWhenIWasLookingForANewCoat.” She still wasn’t making any sense. “Hey, Albana? Can ya slow down a little? No one comes around here anymore.” I reassured her. She nodded. “Well in the corner, there’s a little door with a hatch. I opened it. And – well, you’re probably not going to believe me, but, it’s the stairway to heaven.” Chapter Two
Well, Albana was right. I didn’t believe her. That was one of the most absurd things I had ever heard. Stairway to heaven? Yeah right. Probably just a hatch down to the heater or something. “What are you talking about?” I asked her. “Has someone you loved ever die?” Albana asked, as though I had spoken. I thought of Stacy. I couldn’t talk, my voice was gone. I just nodded. “Well I have too.” She looked on the verge of tears, like me. “My mom. We used to do everything together. Especially shopping.” Albana looked towards the lake. “I was just kind of thinking of her when, out of nowhere, behind a coat, a little door materialized.” “So you’re telling me, that there really is a stairway to heaven, and it’s not just a song by Led Zeppelin or an ancient Ziggurat?” I asked, still not sure of the whole thing. “Come on Rena! At least try to believe me! Look, I’ll show you now, come with me.” Albana climbed down the tree, looked around, and started sprinting down the street. I sighed. I was going to regret following her for sure, but, I was curious. So, I followed done the tree and ran after her. About a three blocks down, I saw Albana had stopped and was staring at a small house with neatly trimmed hedges. I didn’t know why, but then, out in the backyard I saw a muscular, tall girl with pale freckly arms and long, wavy red hair, reading a book. Mariah Calder. She was the thinker of our grade. She was crazy smart and got straight A’s (opposed to my B’s and C’s). Mariah knew just about everything there was to know about anything. Except having a social life. Mariah was a little awkward when it came to talking with people and didn’t make friends easily. I know because I had tried and failed to get to know her. Moving on, Albana went straight to the gate into the backyard, with me tailing her like a sad puppy. “Um…hey Albana, Rena.” Mariah said. A little startled, but pleased to see us. “Why are you guys here?” Albana ran through Mariah with the same little chat she had me, with Mariah making the same expressions that I had. “And I was just going to show it to Rena now when we passed by your house.” Albana concluded. I nodded for support. “Um….weird, but I go check it out with you guys.” Mariah volunteered. I smiled at that. If we all only knew what we were in for….. When we reached the vintage store, (cleverly named Back From the Past), it was closed, just like we knew it would be at eight o’clock at night, but Albana lead us around the back anyway. “Um….you guys know that if we get caught we could go to jail right?” Mariah asked us, then added to herself, “If I get caight I am so not getting into Harvard!” yeah we knew we would probably get arrested. “Honey, calm done. I know what I’m doing” Albana told Mariah, while jamming a bobbypin in the lock of the back door. It soon popped open and we slid the door open slowly, quietly. It was pitch-black in that shop and I suddenly wished I had brought my cell phone. At least for a light. “Damn it’s dark. I’m not gonna be able to find it again!” Albana said, more to herself, than us. So, I scrambled after Mariah and Albana, feeling the wall as I went. I had been looking at the ground when suddenly, BAAM! I walked into something hard. It screeched and dropped the flashlight it was holding. Albana and Mariah peaked around a corner ahead, looking at me and whatever I had crashed into. “Nice going, Rena, look what you made me do!” said the thing. I sighed with relief. It was only Kallie Thomas. Oh wait, crap, it was Kallie Thomas. The neighbor “It-girl”. She didn’t go to my school, but to a private school for the elite and rich. I had heard that there wasn’t a boy in that school Kallie hadn’t kissed. Wait a minute, why was Kallie there? Did she know about the hatch? I turned to look at her but she was gone. I saw a flash of blonde hair in a ponytail going round a corner. Suddenly, I started sprinting after her, with Mariah and Albana after me, not knowing why they were running.
Chapters 3 & 4
Chapter Three
"Rena! Wait up!" Albana yelled out behind me.
I was gaining speed and was right on Kallie's tail. I jumped, arms outstretched, and got a hold of her long blonde hair.
I heard her yelp and she was down. In no time, Mariah, Albana, and I had her pinned tot he ground.
"What do you want?" Kallie practically spat at us.
"Why were you here?" Albana asked, staring her down. Kallie might be the most popular at her elite school, but here, she was on Albana's turf and Albana was going to make sure Kallie knew that.
"I don't knkow what you're talking about." kallie said pointedly.
"Umm....you may be blonde, but you're not that dumb." Mariah stated simply.
"Why were you guys here? And hey, Montriato," Kallie said turning to Albana, "What are you doing with this geek," shw pointed to Mariah, "and this geek," she pointed to me.
"Uh-uh, we're asking the questions. Answer ours first." I said, pinning her down harder.
"Fine, jeez!" Kallie winced when I pulled her hair again, I giggled. "I was looking at some vintage stuff for a costume party coming up, when behind that coat," she twisted and pointed to a gray-ish pea coat, "I saw a little hatch. I opened it and a weird light appeared."
"That's all we needed to know." I said, my grip on Kallie's arm relaxed.
Albana had gotten up and was feeling behing the coat for the door. Mariah and I were watching her so closely, that we completely missed the exact moment when Kallie actually escaped.
By the time we figured out that Kallie was gone, she was already halfway down the street, sprinting like an Olympian.
"Damn! How does that girl do it?!" Albana asked retoriously, looking after Kallie.
"Did you find it yet?" Mariah asked curiously.
"Uh, yeah," Albana said looking back to the wall.
I walked up to the coat, behing it, the wall looked completely blank, except for the occaisional chip of paint missing. Albana was looking at me with a slight smile, when I spotted the corner of it.
The door wasn't very appealing. It looked like it was made of some cheap metal that coins were now made of.
I brushed a little of the dust off, flipped the latch up, and slowly pulled the door open.
I gasped when I saw what was behind it.
Chapter Four
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. A blinding white staircase rose high into what seemed like never ending clouds. I looked at Mariah, who had come over next to me. She had the same smile on her that I knew I did. Dazed with a side order of shocked!
"Wow! Albana! This is amazing." I told Albana. She wore a proud smile, as if she had built the staircase herself.
I looked back at the staircase, unable to look away for too long, but this time it looked different.
There were little things moving around on it, no wait those were people.
Going up were mostly elderly people, but some times there was middle aged adult or baby crawling, and even a few suicidal teens.
On the way down, there were less people. Most of them looked unhappy, sad, and depressed, opposed to the people going up who looked happy and peaceful even. Most of the people going down had muscles, and lots of them. They all seamed like thugs or gang members.
"Wow." Mariah said softly.
"Is this the only reason you got us, Albana?" I asked.
"No, it's something else." Albana walked over next to me. "My mom," she pointed to a tall, slender woman with Albana's coloring. She was going up the stairway. "She's not going to be allowed to get to heaven."
"Why?" What could she have possibly done to go to hell?
Albana just shook her head. "I just know she won't." she looked sad, and something I had never seen her look before; helpless.
"I don't want to go to heaven when I die if Mom's not going to be there." Albana continued.
"Awww, how sweet." said a new voice, sarcastically.
"AHHHHHH!" Mariah, Albana, and I screamed. Oh, it was just Kallie again.
"What the HELL!" Albana screeched. "Will you just decide if you're going to stay or not already!"
"I want to hear the rest of the plan. Continue." Kallie smirked.
Albana sighed, then continued. "Anyway, if Mom's not going to be there. I want you guys to help me do something bad enough to go to hell."
Chapters 5 & 6
Chapter Five
"What the f-" Kallie began to say, before I interupted her.
"Wait, you want us to help you get to hell?" I asked.
"That is what she said, Rena." Kallie snapped. I gave her a dirty look and the finger.
"Ummmm...what makes you think we're going to help you?" Mariah said, "I mean, I have my whoe future ahead of me! Harvard, law school...."
"And couldn't you just ask Atley and McClarke?" Kallie asked, refering to Chelsy Atley and June McClarke, Albana's supposed best friends.
"Well, June's not the sharpest Crayon in the box and Chelsy wouldn't believe me to come this far." Albana rushed, trying to convince us.
"I have to sleep on this, Albana." I said.
"Yeah, and, um, that new show on channel five is on probably right now, so I'm gonna get going, too." Mariah said, trying to act confidently.
"Wait guys, before you leave, meet me at my house right after school tomorrow." Hmmmmm. Maybe, I thought. "I really need your help."
"What the hell, I'll help ya, Montriato. This is gonna be fun!" Kallie said excitedly.
"I'll talk to you guys tomorrow." And with that, I left the store.
I sighed. Why would Albana come to us? And why had Kallie come back? I reached my block. I walked past my roof. Normally, I would have been right up htere, but, there was too much to think about. And besides, I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. Mom and her fits. I sighed again.
When I reached my house, the front light was on. That's odd, I thought. The only reason it would be on would be if someone other than my mom was at my house, which was rare. Mom's parents, Loretta and Joe Clearay, were dead, she was an only child.
"Hello?" I asked as I opened the front door. The TV was on in the kitchen. I took off my classic navy blue Converse Chucks and rolled up my Abercrombie dark jeans I had gotten as a birthday gift.
I tip-toed through the den until I could see a shadow of someone in the kitchen. I looked for a weapon of some sort. The only thing that would do any damage within my reach was the vase mom had thrown at me earlier. It was still on the ground where we had left it. I picked it up and swung it over my shoulder like a baseball bat.
I barely had time to react. The person rounded the corner, almost walking into me. I screamed and threw the vase, nailing them in the head. I could tell it was a man now that I could see his face.
He groaned. "Rena, what'd you do that for?"
"Who are you and why are you in my house?!" I danced away from his outstretched arms. Everything went black.
Chapter Six
I woke up in a chair in the den the next day with my head throbbing. I sighed. Maybe everything was just a dream. Stairway to heaven, my ass. And why would someone even want to break into the house. There is nothing good to steal. My phone beeped from across the room on top of the TV.
I opened it. 7 missed calls and 3 new messages. All from Albana. Figures. It couldn't have all been a dream.
1. [7:25 AM] "Hey, Rena, it's Albana. Just calling to say that homeroom is starting and I haven't seen you yet." she paused to take a breath and started to whisper. "Kallie is definately in on it and I haven't heard from Mariah yet. Please help me out!" she raised her voice. "Ok, call me back."
2. [9:47 AM] "Hey. I still haven't seen you yet and 4th periodis approaching. Come on, Rena!" She started whispering again. "Mariah called me back. She said it was against her religious beliefs or something to help me so she's not. Please help me, Rena! I really can not stand Kallie!"
Albana was starting to get pretty persuasisve.
3. [12:19] "Rena what-ever-your-middle-name-is Morgan, if you do not get your ass to school in 45 minutes, I'm calling Kallie and we're coming to your house and dragging you here!"
I looked at the clock. I still had 28 minutes.
I sprinted to my room where I threw on a simple pair of skinny jeans, a maroon-ish baby doll top from Roxy, my blck low-top Converse, and my green and white varsity cheering, (yes, I'm a cheerleader), Oakingville High School jacket. I went to the front yeard and got on my vintage 60's looking bike. I made it to school at 12:57, in time for 6th period. Spanish, the only class I had with Albana.
"Where have you been?!" Albana hissed in my ear as we walking in to the classroom. "Have you thought about it?"
Actually no, I hadn't. "Yeah, I have." I looked at the whiteboard and started copying notes down. "I'll help you."
Albana squealed with delight. I never thought people actually 'squealed' until that moment.
Her phone vibrated and she took it out under the table.
"Albana, what is the segundo persona conjugation for llevar?" Senora Munoz asked Albana.
"Um...llevamos?"
"Incorrect, Mercedes?" Senora asked, moving on.
"sry tht i cant hlp u" said the text message Albana had gotten. It was from Mariah.
For the rest of the class, and that day, Albana and I did what we normally did. She flirted and gossiped, I ate lunch with some of Stacy's old friends and then skipped 7th and 8th period by pretending I was in the nurse's office when I was really reading ing the library.
At two thirty, the dissmissal bell rang. I was about to leave the school, when I remembered the JV tryouts I promised I would judge were then. (One freshman flyer broke her leg, so we needed a replacement.)
I texted Albana:
"albana-
sry, i hav cheer, i'll come around 4, we can discuss da plan then
-r"
She was gonna be upset, but that's her problem.
After the tryout, I hopped on my bike and road to Albana's house.
It was a cute little cape cod that looked a lot smaller on the outside than on the inside. (I remember from a Halloween party in fifth grade.)
"Where the hell have you been?!" Albana yelled as I opened the front door.
"I texted you saying I had cheer and I'll be here around four." I was a little stunned. After all I had sent her the text. "here, check my phone."
Albana snatched my phone and went through the texts.
"Uh, Rena, you sent this text to Alyssa, not me."
Uh, oh. Alyssa was my BFF in elementary school, before I met Stacy in 6th grade. Alyssa was extremely jelous of Stacy and I so she 'dumped' me. What would she think of the text?!
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Fifteen year old, Rena Morgan never really fit in, nor did she try. Always an outsider, until one day, she saw Albana Montriato sitting on her roof. Her roof where she came up with great ideas and wonderful stories, but the surprises don't stop there. Albana drags Rena and two other girls, Mariah and Kallie, into a mess that none of them will forget as long as they live. The book is full of suspense and emotions that are fit for a prime-time tv show. You won't be able to stop reading.
Chapters 1 & 2
Up one that roof was where I thought up my greatest ideas, wrote my greatest poems, and dreamed my greatest dreams. It wasn’t the nicest roof, or the steadiest, but I was slender so my weight didn’t make a whole lot of difference. It was a cold night in November. As cold as it got in November for North Carolina. My mom had just had another one of her “fits” and had almost nailed me in the head with a plastic vas. Mom hadn’t been sober for more than five minutes since my dad left us, which was when I was 9. Anyway, after one of her “fits”, she usually ends them by storming out of the house and not coming back for a few days, I always need a chance to unwind and breathe a little bit so I go to the roof. The roof, my roof, what ever it was, was my sanctuary, my Atlantis, my bomb shelter, from anything. Nothing could bother me up there. A little fact about the roof; it wasn’t the roof of my house. No, the roof wasn’t exactly mine in the literal sense. It used to belong to my best friend Stacy. Until that horrible fire. That fire killed Stacy. Her parents felt no need to stay in Oakville, so they left. Somehow, in that horrible fire, the roof stayed intact. With still enough support to hold me. Yes that roof held some painful memories, but that roof also held some wonderful. It had a magnificent view of Maywn Lake were Stacy and I had spent so much time we thought our fingers would be permanently pruney. I know what you’re wondering, How did she get on the roof if the entire inside was gone? Well that’s an easy one. I climbed up one the tree beside it. It was the only way up otherwise. After that “fit” my mom had, I, as planned, went on the roof. When I clambered over a branch to find a comfortable seat, I looked up and saw none other than Albana Montriato. One of the meanest, bitchiest, most popular girls in my school was on my roof. MY roof. I was speechless. I could think of anything to say even if I wasn’t speechless. She hadn’t seen me yet so I quickly tried to climb down the tree, but my stupid long, brown, messy hair got stuck on a branch. I cursed loudly. Albana looked up, startled. “There you are Rena, I need to talk to you.” She needed to talk to me? That’s strange. The only time she had heeded to talk to me was when we had been paired up (involuntarily of course) to do a project and she wanted to know when I would be done. I didn’t want to be completely rude yet, so I walked over to where Albana was sitting and plopped down next to her. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked, still not wanting to be rude. “Can I trust you?” she asked, leaning over looking straight at me with those horrible, piercing blue eyes. “Umm…. Yeah I guess…..” I stuttered. Not knowing how to answer. “I’m asking you and two other girls for help.” Albana started. “I’m not sure who the other two are yet, but maybe you can help me with that later.” She was just rambling. It made no sense. “TheStoreOnHarborRoadThatSellsTheVintageClothesHasThisHiddenDoorOK?” She said quicky, looking around. “IFoundItWhenIWasLookingForANewCoat.” She still wasn’t making any sense. “Hey, Albana? Can ya slow down a little? No one comes around here anymore.” I reassured her. She nodded. “Well in the corner, there’s a little door with a hatch. I opened it. And – well, you’re probably not going to believe me, but, it’s the stairway to heaven.” Chapter Two
Well, Albana was right. I didn’t believe her. That was one of the most absurd things I had ever heard. Stairway to heaven? Yeah right. Probably just a hatch down to the heater or something. “What are you talking about?” I asked her. “Has someone you loved ever die?” Albana asked, as though I had spoken. I thought of Stacy. I couldn’t talk, my voice was gone. I just nodded. “Well I have too.” She looked on the verge of tears, like me. “My mom. We used to do everything together. Especially shopping.” Albana looked towards the lake. “I was just kind of thinking of her when, out of nowhere, behind a coat, a little door materialized.” “So you’re telling me, that there really is a stairway to heaven, and it’s not just a song by Led Zeppelin or an ancient Ziggurat?” I asked, still not sure of the whole thing. “Come on Rena! At least try to believe me! Look, I’ll show you now, come with me.” Albana climbed down the tree, looked around, and started sprinting down the street. I sighed. I was going to regret following her for sure, but, I was curious. So, I followed done the tree and ran after her. About a three blocks down, I saw Albana had stopped and was staring at a small house with neatly trimmed hedges. I didn’t know why, but then, out in the backyard I saw a muscular, tall girl with pale freckly arms and long, wavy red hair, reading a book. Mariah Calder. She was the thinker of our grade. She was crazy smart and got straight A’s (opposed to my B’s and C’s). Mariah knew just about everything there was to know about anything. Except having a social life. Mariah was a little awkward when it came to talking with people and didn’t make friends easily. I know because I had tried and failed to get to know her. Moving on, Albana went straight to the gate into the backyard, with me tailing her like a sad puppy. “Um…hey Albana, Rena.” Mariah said. A little startled, but pleased to see us. “Why are you guys here?” Albana ran through Mariah with the same little chat she had me, with Mariah making the same expressions that I had. “And I was just going to show it to Rena now when we passed by your house.” Albana concluded. I nodded for support. “Um….weird, but I go check it out with you guys.” Mariah volunteered. I smiled at that. If we all only knew what we were in for….. When we reached the vintage store, (cleverly named Back From the Past), it was closed, just like we knew it would be at eight o’clock at night, but Albana lead us around the back anyway. “Um….you guys know that if we get caught we could go to jail right?” Mariah asked us, then added to herself, “If I get caight I am so not getting into Harvard!” yeah we knew we would probably get arrested. “Honey, calm done. I know what I’m doing” Albana told Mariah, while jamming a bobbypin in the lock of the back door. It soon popped open and we slid the door open slowly, quietly. It was pitch-black in that shop and I suddenly wished I had brought my cell phone. At least for a light. “Damn it’s dark. I’m not gonna be able to find it again!” Albana said, more to herself, than us. So, I scrambled after Mariah and Albana, feeling the wall as I went. I had been looking at the ground when suddenly, BAAM! I walked into something hard. It screeched and dropped the flashlight it was holding. Albana and Mariah peaked around a corner ahead, looking at me and whatever I had crashed into. “Nice going, Rena, look what you made me do!” said the thing. I sighed with relief. It was only Kallie Thomas. Oh wait, crap, it was Kallie Thomas. The neighbor “It-girl”. She didn’t go to my school, but to a private school for the elite and rich. I had heard that there wasn’t a boy in that school Kallie hadn’t kissed. Wait a minute, why was Kallie there? Did she know about the hatch? I turned to look at her but she was gone. I saw a flash of blonde hair in a ponytail going round a corner. Suddenly, I started sprinting after her, with Mariah and Albana after me, not knowing why they were running.
Chapters 3 & 4
"Rena! Wait up!" Albana yelled out behind me.
I was gaining speed and was right on Kallie's tail. I jumped, arms outstretched, and got a hold of her long blonde hair.
I heard her yelp and she was down. In no time, Mariah, Albana, and I had her pinned tot he ground.
"What do you want?" Kallie practically spat at us.
"Why were you here?" Albana asked, staring her down. Kallie might be the most popular at her elite school, but here, she was on Albana's turf and Albana was going to make sure Kallie knew that.
"I don't knkow what you're talking about." kallie said pointedly.
"Umm....you may be blonde, but you're not that dumb." Mariah stated simply.
"Why were you guys here? And hey, Montriato," Kallie said turning to Albana, "What are you doing with this geek," shw pointed to Mariah, "and this geek," she pointed to me.
"Uh-uh, we're asking the questions. Answer ours first." I said, pinning her down harder.
"Fine, jeez!" Kallie winced when I pulled her hair again, I giggled. "I was looking at some vintage stuff for a costume party coming up, when behind that coat," she twisted and pointed to a gray-ish pea coat, "I saw a little hatch. I opened it and a weird light appeared."
"That's all we needed to know." I said, my grip on Kallie's arm relaxed.
Albana had gotten up and was feeling behing the coat for the door. Mariah and I were watching her so closely, that we completely missed the exact moment when Kallie actually escaped.
By the time we figured out that Kallie was gone, she was already halfway down the street, sprinting like an Olympian.
"Damn! How does that girl do it?!" Albana asked retoriously, looking after Kallie.
"Did you find it yet?" Mariah asked curiously.
"Uh, yeah," Albana said looking back to the wall.
I walked up to the coat, behing it, the wall looked completely blank, except for the occaisional chip of paint missing. Albana was looking at me with a slight smile, when I spotted the corner of it.
The door wasn't very appealing. It looked like it was made of some cheap metal that coins were now made of.
I brushed a little of the dust off, flipped the latch up, and slowly pulled the door open.
I gasped when I saw what was behind it.
Chapter Four
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. A blinding white staircase rose high into what seemed like never ending clouds. I looked at Mariah, who had come over next to me. She had the same smile on her that I knew I did. Dazed with a side order of shocked!
"Wow! Albana! This is amazing." I told Albana. She wore a proud smile, as if she had built the staircase herself.
I looked back at the staircase, unable to look away for too long, but this time it looked different.
There were little things moving around on it, no wait those were people.
Going up were mostly elderly people, but some times there was middle aged adult or baby crawling, and even a few suicidal teens.
On the way down, there were less people. Most of them looked unhappy, sad, and depressed, opposed to the people going up who looked happy and peaceful even. Most of the people going down had muscles, and lots of them. They all seamed like thugs or gang members.
"Wow." Mariah said softly.
"Is this the only reason you got us, Albana?" I asked.
"No, it's something else." Albana walked over next to me. "My mom," she pointed to a tall, slender woman with Albana's coloring. She was going up the stairway. "She's not going to be allowed to get to heaven."
"Why?" What could she have possibly done to go to hell?
Albana just shook her head. "I just know she won't." she looked sad, and something I had never seen her look before; helpless.
"I don't want to go to heaven when I die if Mom's not going to be there." Albana continued.
"Awww, how sweet." said a new voice, sarcastically.
"AHHHHHH!" Mariah, Albana, and I screamed. Oh, it was just Kallie again.
"What the HELL!" Albana screeched. "Will you just decide if you're going to stay or not already!"
"I want to hear the rest of the plan. Continue." Kallie smirked.
Albana sighed, then continued. "Anyway, if Mom's not going to be there. I want you guys to help me do something bad enough to go to hell."
Chapters 5 & 6
"What the f-" Kallie began to say, before I interupted her.
"Wait, you want us to help you get to hell?" I asked.
"That is what she said, Rena." Kallie snapped. I gave her a dirty look and the finger.
"Ummmm...what makes you think we're going to help you?" Mariah said, "I mean, I have my whoe future ahead of me! Harvard, law school...."
"And couldn't you just ask Atley and McClarke?" Kallie asked, refering to Chelsy Atley and June McClarke, Albana's supposed best friends.
"Well, June's not the sharpest Crayon in the box and Chelsy wouldn't believe me to come this far." Albana rushed, trying to convince us.
"I have to sleep on this, Albana." I said.
"Yeah, and, um, that new show on channel five is on probably right now, so I'm gonna get going, too." Mariah said, trying to act confidently.
"Wait guys, before you leave, meet me at my house right after school tomorrow." Hmmmmm. Maybe, I thought. "I really need your help."
"What the hell, I'll help ya, Montriato. This is gonna be fun!" Kallie said excitedly.
"I'll talk to you guys tomorrow." And with that, I left the store.
I sighed. Why would Albana come to us? And why had Kallie come back? I reached my block. I walked past my roof. Normally, I would have been right up htere, but, there was too much to think about. And besides, I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. Mom and her fits. I sighed again.
When I reached my house, the front light was on. That's odd, I thought. The only reason it would be on would be if someone other than my mom was at my house, which was rare. Mom's parents, Loretta and Joe Clearay, were dead, she was an only child.
"Hello?" I asked as I opened the front door. The TV was on in the kitchen. I took off my classic navy blue Converse Chucks and rolled up my Abercrombie dark jeans I had gotten as a birthday gift.
I tip-toed through the den until I could see a shadow of someone in the kitchen. I looked for a weapon of some sort. The only thing that would do any damage within my reach was the vase mom had thrown at me earlier. It was still on the ground where we had left it. I picked it up and swung it over my shoulder like a baseball bat.
I barely had time to react. The person rounded the corner, almost walking into me. I screamed and threw the vase, nailing them in the head. I could tell it was a man now that I could see his face.
He groaned. "Rena, what'd you do that for?"
"Who are you and why are you in my house?!" I danced away from his outstretched arms. Everything went black.
Chapter Six
I woke up in a chair in the den the next day with my head throbbing. I sighed. Maybe everything was just a dream. Stairway to heaven, my ass. And why would someone even want to break into the house. There is nothing good to steal. My phone beeped from across the room on top of the TV.
I opened it. 7 missed calls and 3 new messages. All from Albana. Figures. It couldn't have all been a dream.
1. [7:25 AM] "Hey, Rena, it's Albana. Just calling to say that homeroom is starting and I haven't seen you yet." she paused to take a breath and started to whisper. "Kallie is definately in on it and I haven't heard from Mariah yet. Please help me out!" she raised her voice. "Ok, call me back."
2. [9:47 AM] "Hey. I still haven't seen you yet and 4th periodis approaching. Come on, Rena!" She started whispering again. "Mariah called me back. She said it was against her religious beliefs or something to help me so she's not. Please help me, Rena! I really can not stand Kallie!"
Albana was starting to get pretty persuasisve.
3. [12:19] "Rena what-ever-your-middle-name-is Morgan, if you do not get your ass to school in 45 minutes, I'm calling Kallie and we're coming to your house and dragging you here!"
I looked at the clock. I still had 28 minutes.
I sprinted to my room where I threw on a simple pair of skinny jeans, a maroon-ish baby doll top from Roxy, my blck low-top Converse, and my green and white varsity cheering, (yes, I'm a cheerleader), Oakingville High School jacket. I went to the front yeard and got on my vintage 60's looking bike. I made it to school at 12:57, in time for 6th period. Spanish, the only class I had with Albana.
"Where have you been?!" Albana hissed in my ear as we walking in to the classroom. "Have you thought about it?"
Actually no, I hadn't. "Yeah, I have." I looked at the whiteboard and started copying notes down. "I'll help you."
Albana squealed with delight. I never thought people actually 'squealed' until that moment.
Her phone vibrated and she took it out under the table.
"Albana, what is the segundo persona conjugation for llevar?" Senora Munoz asked Albana.
"Um...llevamos?"
"Incorrect, Mercedes?" Senora asked, moving on.
"sry tht i cant hlp u" said the text message Albana had gotten. It was from Mariah.
For the rest of the class, and that day, Albana and I did what we normally did. She flirted and gossiped, I ate lunch with some of Stacy's old friends and then skipped 7th and 8th period by pretending I was in the nurse's office when I was really reading ing the library.
At two thirty, the dissmissal bell rang. I was about to leave the school, when I remembered the JV tryouts I promised I would judge were then. (One freshman flyer broke her leg, so we needed a replacement.)
I texted Albana:
"albana-
sry, i hav cheer, i'll come around 4, we can discuss da plan then
-r"
She was gonna be upset, but that's her problem.
After the tryout, I hopped on my bike and road to Albana's house.
It was a cute little cape cod that looked a lot smaller on the outside than on the inside. (I remember from a Halloween party in fifth grade.)
"Where the hell have you been?!" Albana yelled as I opened the front door.
"I texted you saying I had cheer and I'll be here around four." I was a little stunned. After all I had sent her the text. "here, check my phone."
Albana snatched my phone and went through the texts.
"Uh, Rena, you sent this text to Alyssa, not me."
Uh, oh. Alyssa was my BFF in elementary school, before I met Stacy in 6th grade. Alyssa was extremely jelous of Stacy and I so she 'dumped' me. What would she think of the text?!
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