Its been too long since I wrote a chapter, sorry about that. I mainly wrote this story for my friend and when I have time, I will write.

Once again, Sorry for not writing for so long.

Morning came too soon for Anthony, he wanted it to last longer; he wanted everything to last longer right now. His mother got him up early, not normally a problem for him but it seemed that today was going to last a very long time, one of the feelings Anthony got when he sensed a bad day coming. The whole house was bare to the bone now, stripped of all memories it once contained; for Anthony it was like they were already in a new house entirely.

He spent the little remaining time he had left by himself in his den outside; it was a makeshift job but over the years became a good place to hang out after a long day at school. The den was like a tree house, generally made up of wooden planks and nails. It was not perfect, but he never wanted it to be.

He flopped onto a beanbag in the middle of the room; this was generally the normal routine for most days of the week. He stared at the walls around him; each one had been doodled on like crazy. These doodles were an idea from one of his friends; they would come round for a while and writing what they wanted to. His eyes scanned the wall until he found what he was looking for, right in the centre of the scribbles was an engraved love heart with the words A + C inside of it. That was the day when he first met Clare, a day that he wanted to remember forever.

“ANTHONY! WHERE ARE YOU?” A familiar voice boomed across the garden.

“I guess it’s time.” He sighed as he got out of the beanbag.

In a quick dash he took down most of the photos, he did not care much for the doodling; it was mixed up garbage anyway. He grabbed the beanbag and looked around his den for the last time, focusing on one particular piece of wood.

“Good bye Clare.” He said as he walked out the den, knowing that it would be the last time he would ever see it again.

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It was not long before Anthony’s mother found him again; it seemed she always knew where he was even if he didn’t tell her. Anthony faced the car he would be in for about three hours, it would be long but at least he had things to do while he was waiting. With everything now ready to go, the delivery van left the now abandoned house.

“Come on Anthony, we’re going to be late for the plane at this rate.”

Accepting his fate, Anthony got into the car and looked at the house from the rear of the window. The car started and he watched as his house slowly became smaller and smaller as the car drove off, only leaving a small trail of smoke behind. Depressing thought flooded Anthony’s mind as the house became too small to see and eventually left him completely.
He sighed as he faced forward again; he needed something to cheer him up, badly. He stuck his headphones in and sat up.

“I suppose re-watching season two would not be a bad idea.”

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*Ding Ding* American Flight One two five nine to Palm Springs California is leaving in fifteen minutes, please may passengers start to move to the boarding gate, Thank you.” *Ding Ding*

Anthony thought that he could not get any more bored than he already was, the car trip to Heathrow had definitely taken its toll and he still had another eleven hours to wait on the plane. He had already got accustomed to traveling by plane due the many times he had been on holiday but most of the time it only took two hours to reach the destination, eleven seemed impossible. He needed to be ready.

“Mum, I’m going to the toilets ok.”

“Ok Anton, be quick though, you heard the announcer.”

“Yes mum”

Anthony got out of his seat, apart from wanting to get ready for the long hours ahead he desperately needed something to do. He walked down the polished marble flooring towards the direction of the toilets. Even this was a task as a crowd of people rushing in different direction almost made the airport into a maze, thankfully the toilets were nearby. As Anthony walked down the small corridor into the gents section of the toilets something felt off, wrong somehow. The chaotic sounds of the airport seemed to mute like a vacuum as the door closed behind him.

Quiet chuckling seemed to echo through the room. It sounded surreal, like a ghost laughing at the living but could never be heard. Puzzled by this, Anthony checked around the whole room but nobody was there. Perhaps he was just hearing things. Anthony had to admit to himself, he was shattered; he could not sleep during the car journey and was planning to during the flight. Suddenly, something caught his eye in one of the mirrors by the sinks; he turned around to see something zigzag across all of the mirrors in the room, something familiar. It was there one second then gone the next. Anthony walked towards the mirrors and looked down at the sink.

“Ok, sleep deprivation; I should have seen this coming.”

Anthony turned on the tap and splashed water in his face to wake himself up, not the best thing to do but he needed to stay awake for a bit longer, and perhaps stop him from hallucinating. He swore that he just saw what looked like a dragon dart across the mirrors, but assumed that he was just imagining it. He opened the door back out to the main lounge of the airport. The once silent bathroom roared to life as the chaotic sounds of the airport came rushing in, making Anthony jump. He quickly walked back to his seat to see his mother waving to him at the boarding gate. It was time to board and Anthony could not be any happier about it.
He was all set, strapped into his seat by his seat belt, a nice pillow to rest his head on and his iPod’s music, not heavy rock bands but nice calm music. After a good night by his mother, Anthony’s head hit the pillow like a brick; he closed his eyes and let his mind have a well needed rest.
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Twilight paused for a second, and then continued to stare at the strange book. She knew it was not her own, yet she found it in-between the scattered books that lay open on the floor. Something was very off about it, but she could not place her hoof on it.
“Twilight! Come on! I thought you promised me that you would not start reading another book until we finished re-ordering everything!” Spike moaned as he pushed another book back on the shelf.
Twilight sighed, it’s hard to put a new book down, but work was work and it needed to be done.
“Fine Spike, give me a second.” Twilight placed the book on her desk for later. One constant thought stayed in her head the entire time, what was contained in this mysterious book?