genie

GENIE sat on her bed. She was scribbling in her notebook. It was just random swirls. She sighed.

Just what exactly was wrong with her?

She jumped up at the sound of her alarm. She slammed her hand over the clock. She looked at the time and slipped on her converse. She tied the laces lazily before walking out of her room.

The house was eerily quiet today. It made Genie's hair stand on end. She patted her pocket to make sure her phone was there. She patted the headset that rested on her shoulders. She nodded as she closed the door. She walked as quietly as possible and found no one in the living room. It seemed she was still the only one home. She thought it odd that her parents hadn't come home from work yet, but maybe they were stuck in traffic.

She plucked up the remote off of the black crate her mom used as a coffee table. The tv flicked on and she waited for the tv to actually totem on. She cringed at its volume as she quickly turned it down, slightly wishing they still had that old dial tv. She typed in a number for the cartoon channel. She knew the news and crime documentaries would only make her paranoid about every little sound.

In the kitchen, Genie opened the cabinets. She wasn't sure what all they had. She found cans