The After School House

Date: 11/28/2017

After school I would always go to an old woman's really pretty white house and hang out on her yard, I'd no idea whether she knew or not but it was a nice place and it helped me avoid my home. one day I brought my friend to the house, we started playing a game, though I'm not sure what game, and then we heard loud banging on the "back" door (three sides of the house were exposed, you could call either side the front door, but in technicality, he was at the back). I thought it was the woman for a split second but it turns out it was her neighbor who had gotten her mail and just happens to be someone who knocks very loudly. The House's automated machine spoke in a cockney accent, "keep it down! she's not home!" or something of the sort. The machine was the butler, and it'd learned who it did and didn't like, and developed it's own, very human, personality; I wasn't sure how it felt towards me because I stayed clear of it and it stayed clear of me. I asked the neighbor as he was walking away, if he'd told her about me, he said she knew well of me, that she'd see me and shout or wave but I never saw her or responded. He mentioned that the kids she taught at school had also seen me because their bus drove right by her house, most times she'd even ride with them to school. The kids apparently described me as "a short, chubby girl with long hair that had really bad dead ends that I fixed by dying my hair platinum blonde" As he kept talking about the kids, I started to see this familiar yellow bus full of children in my mind's eye, and I remembered how curious and happy they always looked.