House on Maple Street

I had always known that my dad was obsessed with space travel, but I'd never have thought that he would have taken it this far. He was insane.

Juliet's point of view
My dad came bouncing down the stairs with a big smile on his face. I didn't have time to care, I had to get my little brother to school. Since my mom had died, I had to do a lot more around the house. When my mother died two years ago from cancer, my dad lost it. My little brother and I had to go live with our grandparents. My 11 year old little brother, Jake, was only 9 when she died, so he doesn't remember to much.

I dropped Jake at school and drove to the high school I go to, Benner High. Since I got my license last year I didn't need my grandparents to drive me anywhere anymore. My dad is allowed to drive for a long time, and he has to go to the mental hospital once a month. This means that I also have to do the shopping and stuff.

I sauntered to class and got there just in time. We sat down and took out our math text books. The class dragged on. I hate Mondays.

At lunch time I met up with my friends, Carli and Rachel. They both have short dirty blond hair, while I have light brown perfect curls that dangle down to my waist. My boyfriend, Zac came and sat down with us. Everyone calls him Romeo. So we are Romeo and Juliet. So lame!

My brain was numb. Even though I heard people talking to me, my brain was somewhere else. It was on the creepy look my dad gave me this morning.

Cal's point of view:
I sat down at my small table in the attic and wondered how long it would be before my wonderful invention was ready. Probably one week. Maybe even only four days. I've done it, I've done it! I thought to my self. The kids would be home in less the five minutes, so I covered my invention up with the fabric from the couch. If they saw what this was before I wanted them to, they might admit me to the crazy person's home again. Even if I am most definitely not crazy.

I heard the front door creak open and my kids, Juliet and Jake, calling for me. I wandered down the stairs to find them opening the fridge and getting themselves a snack.

That night Juliet kept looking at me funny. Surely I didn't give the plan away! That would probably ruin my life. If my wife was still alive and with us she would have said, "Darling, you think too much!" I miss her dearly. While I waited for the kids to crawl into their beds, I pretended to be calm and normal. As soon as their door's were closed I ran up into the attic and started working on the best thing I had ever made.

I took out my tools and started. I couldn't quite remember where I had left off so i retraced the steps I had finished. Cranked up the 100 volts of energy? Check! Replaced that lose bolt holding in the wheel? Check! I had done everything I needed to do to make sure that my wonderful invention would work. I couldn't have in doubts. If I did it could cost me my life.

Juliet's point of view:
I sauntered down the stairs and saw my dad with, yet again, another creepy smile on his face. I saw my little brother standing by the door, and grabbed him by his wrist. His cries of pain weren't heard by me. By the time I got him in his seat he was full on having a panic attack.

I was almost late for school because I had to explain to me brother's teacher why he was crying and screaming. She gave me the weirdest look. I think that she thinks he is horribly abused. I told her that he just really doesn't like Tuesdays. She believed me.

After school I met up with Zac and we went for our usual Tuesday ice cream run. We always get the same thing every week, chocolate. He walked me home as we ate our ice cream. When I walked in the door, I found that I was home by myself. The note on the fridge said that he needed a tool, and he took Jake with him.

About two ours later I got a text from Zac wondering if he could come over. I texted him back saying yes.

When I heard a light knock on the door I opened it to find a very wet and sad looking Zac. He walked in the door and hugged me tightly. His face was stained with tears and I could hear him trying to be strong and not cry. Seeing him like this made me cry too. His happy and joy filled face should never have tears running down his face. It didn't look right.

We made our way up to the couch and started to talk. He didn't say much, but he told me that his parents had been in a car accident while we were at school, and he had just found out.

WE both cried until we couldn't cry anymore. When he left I ran to the bathroom to clean myself up. I had mascara running down my face and I had lime green eyeshadow everywhere. I hopped into the shower for some steam treatment.

When I got out, my dad and Jake were home. Feeling alone and sad, I called Rachel, and told her want happened. She said that she wanted to take me and Zac out for diner.

Since my dad never cares what I do, I just left without saying anything. We ended up at Mcgrillin', the local teen hotspot. We ordered our food and started to talk. We talked about Zac's problems and how we could help him. Our conversation didn't last very long because it was interrupted by the T.V. screens

The T.V. screens at the restaurant were on and showed some house with flames and other stuff, coming out the bottom of it. It looked like it was flying! It was! I thought that until I saw my own address on the front door. I stood up, and ran pout the door of the restaurant. While I was running home, think about how long he would have to be in the mental hospital now, I didn't even notice all of the police and camera crews surrounding my house. Trying to get past the tape, I pushed myself even though the police had a tight grip on my waist.

Screaming that it was my house, the police wanted to question me. Even though I had only been there for 1 minute, the house was already hundreds of feet off of the ground. as it got high, and the flame's surface area increased, the police did a "duck and cover". When they claimed it safe and everyone could come off of the ground the house was gone from sight.

About twenty minutes later Zac and Rachel came bolting down my street and joined everyone staring into the night sky.

All we could see was a lost flame in a big dark world. When reality set in I started panicking. Where is Jake? Was he in the house? I thought to myself. I asked the police all these questions I had in my head. They placed their heavy arms on my shoulders and told me to calm myself. They told me that Jake was with some police on the other side of our very small town.

I stayed at Zac's that night crying. He just held me and whispered in my ear, that I would be okay. He stayed up all night with me. Just holding me their. My Romeo. This moment reminded me of a part in the play:

Why, such is love's transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my tears.

Not realizing what I was doing, I started to say these words outloud. Romeo, I mean Zac, just laughed and shook his head at me and said : "O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." When he was finished his little mini-play, he smiled and kissed my forehead. That's when I fell asleep.

As far as I knew, Jake was staying at a friends house for the next couple nights. Neither of us went to school. Mostly because we were still trying to find our dad. The police tried everything. They used trackers, and address finders, but nothing worked. We were stranded. None of our other relatives wanted us to stay with them. They had always been distant from my dad.

Eventually, about one month after staying with Zac, my aunt and uncle told the police that we could stay with them. Since the entire house was gone, so were our clothes, belongings and our lives.

My aunt Pearl told me that she would take me clothes shopping and she did. Usually I would have been bouncing up and down with excitement, but not anymore. I was changed.

When we got back from the shopping trip we had tea and cookies, while my brother and my uncle John went to the mini-golf course.
Not even 15 minutes later we got a call from the police say that we needed to get down to the boat docks NOW. They didn't tell us why. We were so confused.

While my aunt was frantically calling my uncle, I decided to put my new driving skills to the test. I had just gotten my "N" one month ago, I had never really had to drive before. I shoved the keys into the ignition, and the car roared to life. It made me jump. I wasn't used to noisy old cars.

When the car pulled to a stop at the old boat docks I wasn't expected what I was about to find out. All I could see was a chimney sticking out of the water, but I knew what it was.

When my brother and uncle came to the docks, my aunt and I were already crying. My little brother didn't need to know anything.

This all happened 3 years ago. I am now 20 years old and living in my own house with my little brother. They found my father's body in the basement of our old house clutching a bottle with a note inside of it, the note read:

My dearest children,
I am so sorry that I had to leave you with out any warning, but I had no other choice. I promise that I will come back for you one day, and we can continue our lives together, until goodbye my darlings. I love you.
Daddy.