The Mysterious Family by Lilypop:), LKate, Bookwiz (most read book in the world .TXT) 📖

“Come on Kate, get in the car,” said Mom. I was standing on the pavement acting like a  naughty little child even though I am 13 years old. I have a good reason to be. I have to be going to a funeral of a person I didn't know existed until today. Also, what 13 year old wants to dive for like 1 hour to mourn the death of an unknown person? Oh right I have to introduce myself, I’m Kate. I am an average 13-year-old girl, with green eyes, just like my Dad's. Right now my mom was making me get into the car because we were going to, it's my so-called “Grandma's” funeral that I don't even know about.

“I don't even know this person and she's supposed to be my grandma! Ugh,” I said.

My mom sighed. “Oh, come on Kate, she is your dad's stepmother, my mother-in-law, no, Stepmother…in…, whatever! Get in the car!” she insisted. She was getting rather short with me and I knew her temper would soon burst and she would be screaming for me to get in the car.

“Mom, dad left. His stepmom is no one to us and you know it!” I almost started shouting when I was speaking. “Maybe she was a murderer or a thief! We don't even know anything about her. Why do we have to go?”             

“We are going to be respectful,” my mom told me. But honestly, she looked like she had no interest whatsoever to go either. I knew though that she was probably doing this because like she said, she wanted to be respectful of dad's stepmom. 

Minutes had passed and I had finally agreed to get in the car, even though I hope mom still understands that I AM NOT HAPPY and that I REALLY didn’t want to go! If she didn't, I don't know how she hasn't.

When we got to the graveyard it was really dark and chilly! My mom blamed it on me for not getting in the car fast enough. She was pretty angry. We drove around with the funeral coaches to find my so-called grandma's grave. Then when we finally found her grave there was no one there at all except for the coach. I started to think that she was never alive in the first place. But I knew that wasn’t true.

A long time has passed since my Grandma’s funeral. After school, I came home and decided to check the mail cause I hadn’t since last week. When I opened the mailbox I found a letter addressed to me. The letter was open. The ink was red, the color of blood. For a few seconds, I was worried that it really was blood until I realized that that couldn't possibly be true. Or, at least I hoped that it couldn't possibly be true. Then I read it, 

YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME AND YOU DON'T WANT TO FIND OUT

- FROM YOUR HOPE TO BE PEN PAL

Around two months later I still kept thinking about the letter. I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. If I know nothing about them then how do they know me? Pen pal? IF they are threatening me of course I don't want to be their pen pal. Who would? Who are they? And there was no return address! I could not help feeling a bit curious but also freaked out. Why was this person trying to contact me? Everything is getting out of hand. I can't think straight. What was happening? After a long time of tossing and turning in my bed, I fell asleep thinking of who they might be and what they could or might do to me.

This topic disturbed me so much that sometimes I refused to eat. I haven't been focused on school. My grades hadn’t been good either and my mom wasn’t happy. The only thing that was stuck in my head was the letter. Plus guess what, I still haven't told my mom about this letter, even though I got it two months ago.

Today, l have probably received the worst news of my LIFE! I have to go to summer school because I've been getting bad grades in class since I wasn't focusing on my school work. Summer school is the worst punishment anyone can get. The worst of the worst go there. Also, that means less time solving my pen pal mystery. But guess what, I do have some good news. It's not exactly good news but it is good news at the same time. I’ve done some research on my grandmother. I don't know why but I have a weird feeling that there is some weird connection between my grandmother and this freaky pen pal. After all, I don't know my grandma so there may be a connection. No Kate NO NO NO,  that can NOT be right! The thing is I don't know what my grandmother's name is and it would d be very weird to ask my mom because then she would probably be like, why does Kate want to know what her grandmother's name is? Or perhaps my mom doesn't even know herself. I wouldn't want to risk that.

Ok, that's officially weird so I'm going to drop this crazy topic. I don't know why but every day I check the mail. I'm half excited and half creeped out.  I know I am crazy for wanting more creepy letters. I know!

I couldn’t help waking up still feeling a bit scared. I did my morning routine as fast as I could, so I could check the mail. This time I saw another letter. The letter had the shape of a gravestone. I turned it over thinking it might be sorry for your loss card, but it said no words. I wondered who it could be this time. The same person maybe? And if so why would they leave a card with no words in the shape of a… wait a minute, gravestone?! I was thinking now! Could this person writing the notes actually BE my grandma? No, she died. And I don’t even know her, that's just a crazy idea. Maybe this person wants me dead!

“Kate, I hear the bus! Come on get your backpack ready!” mom shouted. That woke me up from my daydream and ran in to get ready for… SUMMER SCHOOL! I forgot ugh! 

Summer school was like I thought. Basically, school but in the summer. School for an entire year. Or in other words, THE WORST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME!!! Nothing about summer school made me the least bit happy.

When summer school was over I ran over to my mailbox to check for a letter. No letter! What, DARN! I was really hoping to find more out about my penpal. The rest of the day I rested and slept. Finally a peaceful day. Well at least there was nothing scary to be read, but I was still bummed. 

It was morning. I woke up to the sound of the pitter-patter rain sound on the roof. I walked down the stairs to eat breakfast when I heard a knock on the door. I ran to the door, I thought it was the mailman or something so I went to open the door. The only problem was that there was no one there, no one. I looked everywhere! I went outside looking but as far as the eye could see was rain, rain, and more rain. But finally, instead of seeing someone, I saw something. A letter! Oh my gosh! I quickly picked it up and opened the letter. It read,

HELLO DEARIE, MEET ME AT MY GRAVESTONE! 

-FROM YOU KNOW WHO

I was completely freaked out because it all made sense now and now that it makes sense it is horrible! The last note from this random person's card was a shape of a gravestone, the last note, read that I know nothing about them, and this note makes even more sense. I know who the person is and I am not excited about it. I can't believe this. There's no way this is happening to me. I was right and my mom was wrong. I don't want to go to her gravestone. That would be even worse than my worst fear happening to me!!. I can't believe this. My worst fears are confirmed. Oh no.

Around two months later I still kept thinking about the letter. I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. If I know nothing about them then how do they know me? Pen pal? IF they are threatening me of course I don't want to be their pen pal. Who would? Who are they? And there was no return address! I could not help feeling a bit curious but also freaked out. Why was this person trying to contact me? Everything is getting out of hand. I can't think straight. What was happening? After a long time of tossing and turning in my bed, I fell asleep thinking of who they might be and what they could or might do to me.

This topic disturbed me so much that sometimes I refused to eat. I haven't been focused on school. My grades hadn’t been good either and my mom wasn’t happy. The only thing that was stuck in my head was the letter. Plus guess what, I still haven't told my mom about this letter, even though I got it two months ago.

Today, l have probably received the worst news of my LIFE! I have to go to summer school because I've been getting bad grades in class since I wasn't focusing on my school work. Summer school is the worst punishment anyone can get. The worst of the worst go there. Also, that means less time solving my pen pal mystery. But guess what, I do have some good news. It's not exactly good news but it is good news at the same time. I’ve done some research on my grandmother. I don't know why but I have a weird feeling that there is some weird connection between my grandmother and this freaky pen pal. After all, I don't know my grandma so there may be a connection. No Kate NO NO NO,  that can NOT be right! The thing is I don't know what my grandmother's name is and it would d be very weird to ask my mom because then she would probably be like, why does Kate want to know what her grandmother's name is? Or perhaps my mom doesn't even know herself. I wouldn't want to risk that.

Ok, that's officially weird so I'm going to drop this crazy topic. I don't know why but every day I check the mail. I'm half excited and half creeped out.  I know I am crazy for wanting more creepy letters. I know!

I couldn’t help waking up still feeling a bit scared. I did my morning routine as fast as I could, so I could check the mail. This time I saw another letter. The letter had the shape of a gravestone.