This was written last year during Winter Break and is one of my favorite pieces to show people who are new to my writing. I really hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think!
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A piercing scream drew Pennel out of her thoughts. She quickly stood up from her desk and almost knocked over the coffee that she reluctantly brewed this morning after getting out of bed exhausted.
“Violet? Is everything okay?” Pennel began walking towards the living room to see what had happened to her housemate. It wasn’t common for Violet to raise her voice — let alone scream.
With no response, the house was silent as Pennel reached the carpeted floor of the living room. Immediately she was met with Violet, who was on the floor clutching her knees to her chest, shaking slightly, but not daring to make a sound.
Pennel looked around frantically for a cause of her terror, but nothing looked out of place. She knelt next to Violet and tried to meet her eyes.
“Hey, are you okay?”
She was met with silence as Violet didn’t respond. Pennel looked back across the room again trying to find signs of anything that could have shocked Violet, but there was nothing. The sofa looked untouched, the television was turned off, and all of the decors were upright and in their proper positions. Even the curtains were almost fully covering the windows, drowning the room in darkness, as none of the lamps were on. She glanced over at the door, wondering if anyone had come in, but both the locks and chain were in place. It was unlikely for Violet to be able to lock all three of them in her current state.
Unsure of what to do, Pennel looked back at Violet and decided to just sit there with her until something happened. After all, she was in no hurry to start writing her History paper.
Finally, Violet looked into Pennel’s eyes and muttered one word in contempt: “Parker.”
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Pennel sat at her desk tapping her pen to her forehead. Parker. Who or what the hell was Parker? Peter Parker? No, as far as Pennel knew, Violet had no interest in Spiderman, let alone know that name. Parker Avenue? She knew it was only 15 minutes away, but why would she reference that street? There wasn’t anything particularly interesting on that street, save for a bakery that sold day-old pastries and had lemonade on tap.
