Sareh clung to the picture as if it was her life and soul it self as she ran down the empty cracked partially grass covered sidewalk. She then stopped in her tracks almost tripping over her high heeled brown boots. “I’m sure this is the way he went, but it doesn’t look like the place someone this famous would live.” Sareh thought looking around at the older small houses and trailers.
She glanced down at the small picture like poster, seeing a teenage boy around the age of sixteen having dyed blonde highlights over natural chocolate brown hair his green eyes sparkling. At the bottom read the name Alin Emiitt, she knew it was him that she saw at the store in a disguise, the only difference she caught a glance of was his hair, it was chocolate brown without highlights, and stood in a Mohawk rather than his regular combed to the side look.. Even if she didn’t see his amazing green eyes because of his shades, she had a gut feeling it was the newly famous pop star. The awkward stance he stood in waiting to pay for the few items he held in his long slender arms confirmed her suspicion of it being the guy she fell in love with a few weeks earlier from through the TV.
“Ah!” she gasped as she heard a house door slam shut from only a few houses down. Found you. She thought to herself as she down the street to an older looking brown house. “Creepy…” she mumbled to herself walking up to the front door of the old deserted looking house. She stood in front of the blue door motionless thinking of what she should do and say next, feeling the nervousness start to course through her veins.
(Inside the so called pop stars house)
“Mom! I’m k from the grocery store!” a slightly deep voice said slamming the heavy blue door behind her.
“Oh Juliet honey is that you? Bring the stuff into the kitchen please dear.” an older higher voice echoed throughout the small house.
“Uh…mom for the last time I told you to call me Juliet not Juliet, god I hate that name…” Juliet said with a sigh walking into the kitchen.
“Oh, honey bunny I’m sorry I keep forgetting, its just your names so pretty its hard to call you anything else.”
“Mom…..what am I going to do with you and your short term memory lose? And what’s up with you calling me honey bunny? That’s worse than Juliet!” Juliet said with a pout on her boyish face. “Oh yeah guess…” Juliet started when a knock came from the other side of the thick wood door…
To Be Contiued