Liam went upstairs to his room then threw his jacket on the bed. His clothes were damp from the little amount of rain that fell onto him.

His mother was making dinner and his father was fixing up his office inside a small room that was down stairs. Timmy was in the living room in a play pin with his toys.

Liam laid onto his bed. The thought of Scarlett made him smile.

The notepad! He thought. What was she drawing?

Quickly grabbing his notepad, he began to open it but he quickly shut it when there was a knock at his door. He shoved the notepad under his pillow not wanting his parents to see it.

His father opened the door then went back out. He came back in with a mirror. It looked new and the black polished wood around it shined. It was oval shaped and really long. It was wide but not very much.

"Where do you want it to be hung?" His father asked.

Liam looked around the room. "Next to that wall, with the planets." He said pointing to the wall.

"Wow." His dad said when he took out a nail to put into the wall. "There's already a nail here? It's like someone knew we was going to hang it here." He said with a small laugh.

"It's nice." Liam admitted as he watch his dad place the back of it gently against the nail. "Where did you get it?"

"Oh it was under that wrapping downstairs. There was a desk too. I was going to bring the desk but it's too big." Nelson said.

Liam had his mouth wide open. "You opened it. But dad you saw that note!"

Nelson shook his head. "Don't be paranoid. The person who sold us this place said it was probably just a prank from a bunch of teenagers."

Liam looked at it. He walked closer to the mirror, now staring at his  reflection. Even though the mirror looked new it smelled like dirt. It was a weird smell. An odd smell. An old smell. Liam couldn't really describe it.

"After dinner get your uniform and clothes ready for tomorrow. Your bus will be here around 7:15 am. I have a schedule from the school for you in my room. I'll give it to you after dinner." Nelson said.

"Boys!" Liam's mom yelled from downstairs.

Nelson put his hand on his stomach. "Boy oh boy, am I starving. Come on, sport." His dad said leaving the room.

Forgetting about the notepad Liam started to leave his room. He heard  a click sound. He looked at the air conditioner, then around his room. He turned off the lights and closed the door behind him, Liam went down stairs for dinner.

They were having dinner in the dinning room on a long brown table. Nelson sat at the far end while Liam's mother sat close to him. Timmy was sitting in a tall chair that had a small eating tray attached to it. Timmy wasn't eating as Abagail fed him, he kind of just let the food fall out of his mouth and back on to the spoon.

Liam sat across from his mother. He was almost done eating his spaghetti. He loved it, it was his favorite food. His dad had to tell him to slow down a couple times and his mom complained that he was a messy eater.

"So did you get the the name of our street?" His father asked patting his mouth with a napkin.

"Yeah, 127 Grand Ave." He said with a mouth full of spaghetti.

"Good." His father said then took a sip of water from his glass cup.

"I think I made a friend? She's the girl that bumped into me. The one I told you about dad? I think she might live around here" Liam said.

Or here...

Liam stopped eating. He looked at his parents. "What?" He said.

"What?" They said back to him.

"Sounded like one of you said 'or here'." Liam said slowly twirling more spaghetti on his fork.

"Nope. How come I've never seen  her when she's around you?" Nelson asked.

"What are you talking about dad? She smiled at you. Didn't you see her with me when you were calling my name?" Liam said.

Nelson looked at his wife. He put down his fork and looked at Liam. "Is this girl you seem to talk about some part of your imagination?" He looked serious and he didn't sound to happy. "Or are you just pulling my leg." He said taking his fork and pointing it at Liam. "This is the second time you've mentioned her and the second time you said I've seen her or she walked pass me."

"Oh dear, maybe it's getting time for the talk Nelson." His mom said.

Nelson almost choked on his spaghetti.

"Mom!" Liam yelled. "She's not from my imagination. She's a real person. With eyes. And a face." Liam said.

"Does she have a nose?" Nelson said with a grin looking down at his plate.

"Yes! She has a nose dad!" Liam yelled with his arms in the air.

Abagail nudged him. "For heavens sake Nelson grow up." His mom looked at Liam. " But...that does sound like a face though."

Nelson busted up laughing. He actually had tears forming in his eyes.

Liam looked at both of them, angry that they were making fun of him. Liam stood up. "Ha ha real funny guys. I'll prove it to you both! She drew in my notepad." He left the table and ran upstairs. As he was going up stairs and into the hall he saw that his door was wide open.

Impossible. I closed it shut. He thought.

He slowly walked to his door and reached for the light. When it came on he saw his notepad on the middle of his bed. He walked towards his bed. "Weird..." He said grabbing the notepad. Ignoring the situation with the door and notepad, Liam quickly went down stairs.

"See! She drew in my notepad." He quickly began flipping through pages in the notepad. He skipped the address.  Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Where is it.
There was no drawing or any other writing.

His dad stood up and leaned over Liam's shoulder. "So, where is it?" His dad said.

Liam continued turning the pages. He finally got to the end where he saw some writing.
I hate my son of a b**** mother and father. Hope they burn in hell. The Bastards. Liam.

Liam was speechless when he read it. His dad on the other hand grabbed the notepad. There was the look of rage in his eyes as he looked at Liam. "So your friend wrote this, huh? Cause it sure looks alike like your handwriting." He said pointing to it then turning to the page with the address.

Just then his mother came over. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth. "Heavens!" She said.

"No! I swear it wasn't me-" Liam said but was cut off by his dad.

"This is your handwriting Liam. I don't know what game you're playing but it just put you in a mess of trouble." He said throwing the notepad on the ground. "You're grounded for three weeks. No video games, no laptop, no phone, and no going out. You can thank your friend Scarlett, that has the same handwriting as your own."

Liam tried to talk but his mom picked up the notepad and gave it to Liam. "Upstairs now. We will talk about this later."

Liam knew he had lost the battle. He went up to his room and closed the door.

***

After Liam had showered he spent the rest of the night in his room. He sat at the edge of his bed looking at the note that was written in his notepad.
It looks exactly like my handwriting.
Liam threw it across the room onto the closet door.

"I hate it here." he whispered.

He heard a tapping sound. It sounded like someones fingernail tapping glass. Liam looked over at the mirror and stood up. He went over and looked at his reflection. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. As soon as he looked at himself again that's when he saw it.

His reflection, his reflection quickly  looked to the right when he was staring right at himself into the mirror than it became his normal reflection again. Again the reflection held up a bloody hockey stick of the sort, cocked his head and hit the mirror.

Scared to death, Liam stumbled onto the floor and crawled away from the mirror.

He jumped when his mom came in. She saw him on the floor. "What was that?" She asked.

Liam looked at her then back at the mirror. Nothing was there. After what happened downstairs, how on Earth was he going to explain this one?