My day starts like any other, I am definitely not a morning person. Ever since I was born I was never a morning person.

I groan loudly like a caveman, I roll over so then I will be lying on my back but instead I find my face connecting with the ground, with a loud thump. So maybe rolling over was not the best idea in the world because now I am lying on my bedroom floor with a monster headache.

Yay me!

I slowly get up from the cold hard ground, and stumble over my own feet. The shrill sound of my phone makes my headache ten times worse than it was before. I start scrambling like a mad man trying to find my phone.

"Ah ha" I pull my phone out of my blanket and pick up the call.

"Hello it's Samantha speaking" I say with a grunt.
"Why, hello Samantha I was wondering if you are going to walk my dogs today for me?" Mrs Torres says. Oh no I forgot. Crap.
"Yes I will be there in an hour, ok bye" I say with a sigh and throw my phone onto my bed.

Ugh this day is definitely not going my way!

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I close my door and lock it. I walk towards the garage but stop abruptly because I just realised that my car is in the service shop because it stopped working. And just to make things better mum and dad have taken the cars to go to work. Ugh.

I start to walk towards Mrs. Torres house which isn't that far away but I just don't like walking. I forgot my headphones so I just have to listen to nature. Whoop whoop....not. As much as I like mother nature I would rather listen to the latest hits.

Do you have these days where nothing just goes right. Well if you haven't noticed today is that day.

I walk up Mrs.Torres pathway to her front door. Something just doesn't seem right. I am pretty sure I got the right house. I knock on the door and wait, but the thing is I don't have patience like at all so I knock and knock and knock and knock, ok I think you get the idea. I waited another five minutes then give up, I search my bag for my phone but I can't find it.

Oh great just great I left my phone on my bed back at home. The gods up there really don't like me do they?

I walk around to her backyard and knock on the back door. No luck. So I jiggle the door and suprisingly it opens. I walk inside, and it looks different. Ok so maybe I have never been inside of her house but this is really cool. My foot steps echo through the house.

I find a staircase and walk down it into the basement, you are probably thinking why on earth is she going into the basement but the thing is I am just a naturally curious person. I stumble on the last step because it is pitch black. I slide my hand on the wall until I find a light switch, ah-ha found it. I switch the light on and a gasp escapes my lips.

I look around to find guns, explosives, computers and all that jazz. I walk towards a white board with photos of people, but some of the people have big red crosses on their faces and the word 'terminated' on it. What on earth is this, the terminator? One picture catches my eye, his eyes are crystal brown. Is that even makes sense. He has sandy brown hair. But one thing that stands out from the rest is the scar that runs across his right cheek. I shiver in disgust.

I keep on walking around and find more guns and more explosives. No surprise there. I mentally scoff. I am pretty sure an old lady like poor innocent Mrs.Torres wouldn't have this in her basement.

"No no no no no no, ahh I got the wrong house oh shit I need to get out of here, crapitty crap crap" I whisper/yell.

Now I think about it actually I didn't see any dogs, oh dammit. How could I be so dumb. I quickly go up the stairs but as soon as I got onto the last step I realise that I left the light on so I run back down. Gotta save the planet, even if it is a life or death situation.

As soon as my hand reaches the light switch I hear the front door opening, oh no. Foot steps get louder and louder. But then there is more than one set of foot steps more like 3 or 4.

The foot steps reach above me and I let out a squeak, and then they stop. I curse at myself for being so stupid. I slowly turn the light off and back away. But obviously luck isn't on my side and I ram into a metal table and all the contents go on the ground. I quickly turn to hide behind a wall I saw earlier.

"Shhh someone's here" a gruff low voice says.

"Can we kill them?" Another voice says.

"It's probably just a rat stop being so jumpy, they don't know we are here" another voice says.

My eyes widen in fright. I don't want to die I am too young to die. And I definetly am not a rat. And who are they?

The footsteps start coming down the stairs  and the light turns on. I peek around the corner to see if they are coming my way. But as clumsy as I am I trip over my own feet. How is that even possible? I don't know.
I land on the ground with a 'oomph'. I close my eyes and rub my head that is hurting like there is no tomorrow. Which at this rate there probably won't be.

I slowly open my eyes to a bright light in my face with a shadow of a face hovering over me.

"God is that you, am I dead? What did I do now? Why am I here?" I ask whilst my hand is on my fore head.

"No I am not god, nor are you dead, I don't know what you did now, and I would like to know as well why you are here" the voice/supposedly god says loudly making me wince.

"I was supposed to walk this old grouches dogs but I got the wrong house and now I have a killer headache so if you don't mind, SHUT UP WHILE I LET MY HEAD GO BACK TO NORMAL" I shout. The voice/God is taken back by what I said. He picks me up off the ground with a grunt a throws me over his shoulder. I start pounding his back trying to get out of his hold. Keyword:trying.

He walks up stairs and into some sort of living room. He drops me onto the couch but, I bounce back off the springy couch and land on my head again. I slowly look up to see a group of heads looking down at me as I start to lose conscious.

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Hey guys

So this Is my second book. I am super excited for it because this book has one of my favourite plot lines.

Thank you for the amazing cover Graceupon

How do you like it so far?

Fmwab xx (find-me-with-a-book)