Dimitri

“Why are we here!?" cried James. Lacy was hugging him, trying to make him stop crying. None of us boys knew what was going on so we stood there awkwardly, waiting for James to quiet down. The dog was laying at their feet.

“It's okay, it's okay." Lacy exclaimed, “We can't go to my house, and yours is very secluded. Nobody really knows about it." She tried to explain. Then I noticed he stopped crying.

“Metias wouldn't cry if he were here would he?" James asked her.

“If Metias was here there wouldn't be a reason to cry." Lacy pointed out to him. I turned to Aaron, and asks him if he knew what they were talking about, but he couldn't even imagine what it was about.

Who was Metias? Then James whipped his eyes one last time and let go of Lacy. He didn't look at any of us, just the dog.

“Why are we just standing around here like sacks of potatoes? Let's go inside." Lacy stated. We all listened to her, and went into the home. I noticed James went last. It was an older, wooden house. The paint was chipping off, but the landscape around the house looked good. With trees, and flowers all over the place. Inside the house looked dark, and unfriendly, but it was dusted, and tidy. There were vintage furniture all over the place.

“Okay guys, the bathroom is to your left, and if you keep going strait down this hall to your right there will be the kitchen." James explained to all of us.

Once we reached the kitchen, James had turned on a light. This must be his house. He walked over to a small wooden table in the corner of the kitchen and sat. I stared out at his backyard through a bay window. There was an underground pool back there. I've never seen one in real life before!

I noticed that Aaron was already rummaging the cupboards for food, and Pasha was watching me again. How did he know that I'm a Prince? Was he one of the bombers too? I walked over to the bay window, and sat. In the glass I noticed Lacy was walking out of the room. Where was she gong? She was probably sick of being by so many boys, I thought. I suddenly felt tired, so I laid my head on the ledge of the window, and let myself fall asleep.

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I awoke to giggling. What the heck? I sat up, and blinked a couple of times. I saw Aaron, and James in front of me with markers in their hands.

“How are you such a deep sleeper?" asked a laughing James.

“Come on let's get out of here before he kills us." Aaron told James, then they left. I looked over the room. Pasha was gone, and I don't think Lacy had come back from where ever she had went. I rubbed my head where I was leaning against the window.

I got up and wandered to the bathroom. I clicked the light on, and looked into the mirror. They didn't! My face was covered with drawings. I looked through the drawers, and found a wash cloth. I scrubbed my face until it was pink. They had used permanent marker.

I'll get them back, but this was James' house, so he knew it way better than I did. So I left the bathroom to scope out the best hidding spots.

I saw Pasha was in the pool with all of his clothes on. He looked so happy. Like a lost puppy that was reunited with his family, happy. All of the lights but the kitchen's were off. I was going down a dark hall, when I saw him. I saw a person walk across at the end of the hall.

“Aaron, James, I know it's you. I saw what you did to my face. You can come out now." I yelled down the hall. No reply, and no one came out. I continued to walk, ready to scare them. I rounded the corner where I saw them last.

It wasn't them. It was some other boy. He saw me too. His eyes were large from being frightened. He grabbed a vase off of a near by hall table and smacked it into my head before I could do anything.

“You're not supposed to be here." He said calmingly. Then as my eyes started to close, he bound my arms together. Great, I'm being tied up again.