"The truth lies in the source" thought Ian as he was trying
to pass the next level in his game. Now he started saying it
out loud and he became a bit irritated by this silly
sentence which had no meaning at all. Shouts of "Ian you are
late for school, again!" came from downstairs. "Ok, ok I'm
coming down." Ian was a smart kid, he was in 12th grade
which was always told to him is the hardest year because
it's the last year until college so it's the hardest and
most important. Ian was always late for school and he never
really liked to go to school, he never listened in class
because the lessons were so boring and he usually played
cards with his friend James behind the study books so the
teacher wouldn't notice. James was like Ian, he used to get
good grades also and he never listened in classes either. As
Ian came down the stairs his sister Tina just went through
the front door with a cheerful giggle as she saw her friends
who were waiting for her outside so they could walk to
school together. "You see Ian even your sister is already on
her way", "but mum I was on the last level of the game and I
had to finish it once and for all, I'm on this game since
10th grade!" "I know", cried mum "and look how it's ruining
your life. You're late for school nearly everyday, you're
awake until the early hours of the next day which makes you
amazingly tired and you hardly meet with your friends
because all day you're stuck on that stupid screen. This
doesn't help your eyes very much either I must say." "Yes
mum, bye mum" Said Ian and went through the back door to get
his bike. Ian hardly ever eats breakfast because he never
seems hungry in the morning and he nearly never has time to
eat it. He took his bike and started paddling up the street,
as he was riding he couldn't help notice that the leaves
started to fall from the trees and that the sky is gray, not
that it isn't always gray in London but this time it was a
darker gray than usual. He rode a couple of blocks till he
got to the favorite part of his ride, it was Wellington Road
but he called it the Wondrous Street. This road was a very
rich area with lots of giant and miraculous houses except
for one. This house was the house Ian was most tempted to
get closer to but he was always too scared to even pass the
front gate.
It was a very old house with a dead garden and shattered
windows and rotting off paint. Although this would have been
thought of to be an abandoned house there always was a light
open in the upper left room and if you would look very
closely you would even sometimes see movement through the
ruined curtains. Ian looked at his watch and he saw that he
was already late so it wouldn't really matter if he came in
an hour because it would still be considered being late and
it would be treated in the same manner. This time he wanted
to see who or what is really in the house.