It started with a dream

Sorry it’s been a while. It has been a busy week at school with homework, a social life and Tre. A new year comes with new responsibilities, new people and new experiences. No classes with Tre makes it nearly impossible to see him. The short fourty minutes at lunch go by fast, especially when he has millions of people asking him to have lunch with him. It has taken a small strain on our relationship and my lack of ability to get ferociously mad at him makes it impossible to fight for more than a few hours. I have joined choir even though I ca not sing or understand the stupid musical terms the instructor uses. I honestly think I am the worst person there, but it can be pretty funny after a while. Business class continues to be the most amazing thing ever. Easy A I’m sure.So that’s whats been keeping me from writing these things, a busy mind makes it hard to find inspiration.

Twilight movie comes out November 21! I have mentioned this series a few times. It is absolutely amazing. If Edward were real… Tre would have some competition. The twilight phenomenon is an amazing thing. It swept so many people up in it’s little world so fast. The characters are all so unique and Edward has what everyguy wants in a girl. He loves her, protects her from getting crushed by cars, would sing to her all night if he had to, as crepy as it might be it’s still sweet he watches Bella sleep and stays with her all night, is crazy smart, has old fashion outlooks on love and WILL GLADLY GIVE YOU HIS SWEATER (little dig to tre), and most important he loves Bella so much that he will not eat her as absurd as it seems it’s very romantic. I believe every guy should read that book and learn from Edward, all of them could learn something. So anyways those books are very amazing and I do suggest to read them.

Why I got started talking about those books was because last night I was watching some youtube videos on the movie and author. The author Stephanie Meyer said how she came up with the original idea for Twilight. She was never a writer nor did she dream to be a writer. It started with a dream. She dreamt of two people sitting in a meadow talking about how they loved each other so much, yet it was so hard for the male not to kill the girl. She was so facinated that during her spare time she thought about and wrote the book. All for fun. I found this very inspirational. I love writing and also usually take my dreams and try to change them into a story. To know that such success has come from a regular person like me through a dream gives me a bit more hope that maybe one day I can have my dream.

Part 6&7

       

Part Six

 

            The first thing I knew I had to do was write Alice. I plopped myself down on my chair and flicked on my computer. I used to practically live on this thing back home, now I hardly have it on. It took a while to load so I doodled in pink pen on a small scrap piece of paper. After two minutes of drawing little hearts I turned on my messenger. Zero emails. I wondered if everyone already forgot about me, or if they thought I forgot about them. I opened a new email and began to type.

 Hey Alice! Guess what? A few houses down here lives a boy our age. He has the most amazing green eyes and plays the guitar on his roof. His hair is black and semi-long. HE IS THE HOTTEST GUY I HAVE EVER SEEN. Did I mention he lives a few houses down? Yes, easy person to stalk! So today he invite me into his house and we talked and guess what?  HE KISSED ME!! Three times I should add! I really like him.

Besides that this town is so boring. My neighborhood is effed up on so many levels. As soon as you cross into it the air gets colder and it becomes harder to breathe. Everyone who lives near me is grumpy all the time and acts as if they are hiding something. I hate it, but Trevor is not like that. He is the only thing keeping me sane.  I miss you guys! Say hey to everyone!

 -Lexoxox

 I was disappointed that no one sent me an email and that no one was online. I should probably make some new friends here… that I don’t want to make out with. Usually I make friends at the beach or from school but school wouldn’t be starting for another month and this place didn’t have a beach or anything remotely similar. Trevor should have loads of friends, maybe I should ask him to introduce me? Or would that seem way to needy? So many thoughts rushed through my head, along with other voices of people. I decided I would lie on the roof for a while and collect my thoughts. I shut off my computer and slid out the small window.

The clouds were dark and slowly building; I wouldn’t be able to sit out here for long. I looked over towards Trevor’s home to see if he was outside as well. He wasn’t and this disappointed me. I shut my eyes and filtered through all the thoughts of my neighbors. I slowly drifted off into a small slumber. I wasn’t sure how long I was out for.

I was awakened by the soft drips of rain that were slowly starting to fall from the sky. My eyes slowly blinked open. My body was numb from being so cold and my hands were violently shaking. I had to get inside before I got pneumonia or something. I sat myself up and looked around. That’s when I herd it. It started off like a small whisper, it shouldn’t have caught my attention but the shrillness in the deep voice alarmed me. It was coming for the forest. I tried narrowing down on the voice, try to find out who the voice belonged to. It got louder and it started to act like a ringing in my ear. It wouldn’t stop. My brain felt as if it was about to explode from the agony the voice was causing it. I started to whimper and the voice crackled into a deep laugh. It got louder and louder and became all I could hear. The rain was pounding now and my skin was turning grey. I knew I needed to get inside and get warm before my body collapsed but I couldn’t take my hands off of my ears. I squirmed and struggled to move an inch but my brain couldn’t focus on anything. My body just shut off at this point, I don’t know what happened.

 The next thing I remember is hearing Trevor’s voice half panicking when he saw me. “Lex! Oh my god Lex are you okay?” He yelled from his rooftop. I was lying there not moving, what exactly did he think? I could only get out a small groan. I was in and out of consciousness at this point. I heard him jump from roof to roof until he landed right beside me. I felt his hand touch my head and slowly stroke my hair. His breath was distressed and loud. I wanted to tell him I was okay but nothing would come out. He turned me off of my side and onto my back. He saw that my eyes were open and relief moved over his face. “Lexi what happened?” He whispered softly not wanting to alarm me of how worried he was, even thought I could already tell.

I was trying to talk but still nothing but a small mumble could come out of my throat. “I’m going to get your parents” He announced and started to stand up. I used all my might to lift my arm and grip his leg. He looked down at me. I let out a shrill noise. I didn’t want my parents to worry, or talk to Trevor. I tried to tell him to stay but it came out as a mashed up sentence. Trevor got the point and bent back over, “I won’t leave you if you don’t want me to.” His eyes were tender and he held my gaze. We sat there in silence until I could regain my strength.

Trevor helped me sit up. My throat was scratchy and I still couldn’t talk perfectly clear. I didn’t know if I should tell him about what happened since he was so passionate about the Manas. I decided I would. “I was sitting here and a man’s voice just came into my head, it got louder and louder and I finally couldn’t take it.” He stared at me. He pulled me into his chest and held me tight. “I don’t know what happened but I am glad you are alright.” He spoke so softly I could hardly hear him. “I should go tell your parents…” He said this as if he was asking me if it was okay. “No please don’t I don’t want to worry them.” I whined. If anyone were to tell them about this it would be me, privately. “I’m going to go lay down and rest.” I said pulling away from him. I didn’t want to be with anyone right now, not after what just happened. We said our goodbyes and he slip down the rain pipe.

I slipped my way back into my dark room. The rain had stopped for a while but the air was still cold and the clouds were still frighteningly dark. I peeled off my wet clothes and slipped on my baggy pajamas. I shut my window and closed the curtains. I was still shaking but not from the cold. I have never been more terrified in my life. I was so used to know what was going on all the time. Now I don’t know who that voice belonged to or why it was torturing me. But I knew it was after me and I knew it would come again. I crawled into my bed and pulled up the covers above my head.

Part Seven

 

            I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes my room was dark and the sun was no longer visible. My door was only open a crack and the light from the hallway pooled into my room causing small shadows to reflect off of the objects in my room. I let out a small groan. My head felt raw from the voice that was drilled into my head just a few hours ago. My body ached and felt as if it was ten times larger. I must have been sweating during my slumber because my sheets felt wet along with my skin. I pushed the blankets off of me and sat in the darkness.

 What had happened? That voice wanted me and I knew it would come again. I had to build an immune to it’s piercing tone. If it wasn’t for Trevor I would have been out there still, freezing and wet. Who knows what would have happened to me, I owed him thanks. My breathing was still heavy and thick, it seemed like I would never calm down. I took a deep breath and sat up. The room began to spin. Thankfully not fast as if I were passing out but just enough to make me not want to stand up. I put my head in my hands and tears started to flow down. I was so alone and I never was this restricted. I had always been in control and I always knew what was happening. This was so different and foreign to me. I never understood why people feared the unknown. Until know.

The tears continued to pour down when a small knock on my window startled me. My eyes darted towards the window; the curtains were drawn so I could not see who was on my rooftop. It had to be Trevor. No one else made their way onto their roofs, let alone my roof. The room wasn’t spinning as much so I tried my luck at walking. I stumbled my way across my room to the window and opened the curtain. I saw nothing but the blackness of the forest. I opened the window and crawled out onto the roof. I looked over to Trevor’s house. No one seemed to be home and the lights weren’t on in his room. I sat myself down into a comfier position. My heart settled down a bit and my breathing finally became slower. Who knocked? Trevor couldn’t of made it back to his house in that short of a time. The wind started to blow and goose bumps filled my arms. I turned myself around to start going back into my dark shadowed room. As I turned I noticed the letter taped to the right of my window. I could feel myself subconsciously cocking one eyebrow in confusion. I peeled off the letter and looked at the envelope. In fancy, perfect cursive writing it read my full name. Lexi Alexandria – Elizabeth Shapha. That’s when I got a bit creeped out. No one knows my full name except my parents, and got forbid they know how to write so elegantly.

 I crawled back through the small pain of glass and locked it tightly behind me. Some one knows a lot about me and what room I sleep in, No way this goes unlocked. I slipped my index finger inside the corner of the envelope and slid it towards the other corner to open it. There was only a small note inside of the envelope. I figured the paper was old due to the off yellow shading and the crumpled feel it had to it. As I lifted the piece of shriveled notebook paper out it felt as if it would crumble in my hands, so I made sure I was extra careful. There was only one line written on the small page. 

 

         Dear Miss Shapha, I know who you are, better yet what you are.

 

            I felt sick. My stomach flipped and gurgled. Not in the good way that I felt around Trevor. I needed to get to the bathroom, fast. I sprinted down the hallway and sat next to the toilet. Someone in this screwed up town knows my secret. I bet it was the voice. Vomit started to build up in my throat and travel towards the only exit. The room started spinning again. Defiantly the worst day of my life. I would have to talk to Trevor; I would have to tell him everything. He was my only friend here and the only one that could tell me more about these Manas. One long night and I could talk to him.

            After spilling out the cotenants of my stomach I brushed my teeth and curled up in my bed again. I didn’t want to deal with anything or anyone. Today was so messed p and long. Only sleep could cure my minds wandering. I settled in for a night of unpleasant dreams and screaming. 

Part 4 & 5

    

Part Four

My room was complete. Everything was neatly placed in either a cupboard or on a shelf. It didn’t look as dark and depressing as it did without my junk piled in it. I was pleased with how my new home was ending up when my mother came through my door. “Oh Lex see I told you that you would like this place after a while!” She exclaimed in an extremely happy way. I hated when my mom said I told you so, mostly because she never was right. I always made the changes so she would get off my case.  I rolled my eyes at her and went to the kitchen. She followed.

 

“Want me to make you grilled cheese?” She asked as I placed my hand on the fridge door. I didn’t reply. It was nice of her to offer me lunch, she rarely did. But something was up. Her usual voice was tainted by a hue of guilt. I opened the fridge and took out a pitcher of lemonade. “I’m going out for lunch.” I lied. I wanted to get out of the house before I found out why her voice was in a slight tremble. I poured a large glass of lemonade and gulped it down. Tabitha stood there looking at me. Her eyes were fixed to my eyes but her gaze made it seem like she was staring past me. I finished my juice and placed the glass in the dishwasher. I turned around and she was gone. This place was already eating into the mind of my mother. Fun, I thought. Tabitha was a huge drama queen and every little thing sets her off so I just dismissed her odd behavior. One of our boxes of crystal glasses was probably missing so all hell was breaking lose inside her head. I snatched my Ipod from my room and left the house.

I walked down the road staring at all the little houses; they looked warmer in the daytime. Small voices trailed threw my head. They were almost like whispers roaming threw the trees. Everyone had the same dull feeling to them. I hate this. Why was everyone so weird? Except Trevor of coarse, he was nice and friendly and he sits on roofs like me. I continued scanning the people in the houses. Every time I would move to another house the feelings would hardly change. These people are like robots, I thought. I decided to explore the town instead of just this dull neighborhood. I crossed the road to what seemed to be downtown. At least I was close to shopping.

As soon as I crossed the road it felt as if a giant weight had been lifted off of me. The air seemed to get warmer and breathing became easier. I didn’t understand what just happened. I scanned the people in the store. They were much different. Their thoughts were happy and up beat. Their minds were easier to read and came in a lot clearer. No one had any walls up. This was weird. How could the people be so different outside of my new neighborhood? Something is severely messed up here. I continued to walk down the stretch of stores and small apartments. I would come across the odd person who was depressed and guarded, but I would soon scan them enough to find that they were too from the Groves. Well at least the whole town wasn’t screwed up, just my neighbors were.

I passed a few nice clothes stores that I would visit later. I approached what looked like town square. There was a statue of an older man with a beard and an old coat that looked like something that Captain Crunch would wear. I read the inscription that was etched into the base of the statue. To our founding father and protector of Manas. I re-read the inscription. What were Manas? I was curious but I knew I couldn’t do anything about it right now. I looked up from the statue and surveyed the square. It was all based around the statue of Captain Crunch guy.

There was a small park with a playground for kids and some water fountains and benches. You could see the tips of the tall tree’s that lined the back of my neighborhood and surrounded the town. The only place that was not surrounded by the dark trees was the far south that was on the outskirts and headed towards the countryside. I decided to head back home and do some research on these Manas.

I walked back into the Groves. Nothing changed in the past hour. As soon as I stepped past the wooden sign that marked the neighborhood the air changed back to cold and heavy. I headed towards my house when I saw Trevor pulling into his driveway. He didn’t notice me so I continued walking past his house. “I don’t get a hello?” A voice said playfully. I couldn’t help but smile. I turned towards him and waved. He was wearing a navy blue sweater that hugged his arms showing off his muscle. He looked very good. I decided I wouldn’t scan his mind, save that for when he’s not around. “I hate going into town, it’s always warm there but freezing in here.” He said trying to start up a conversation. “As weird as it sounds, I never know what to wear.” He half laughed and added a slight wink. I lost myself staring into his olive eyes.

They were so perfect it was hard to not stare into them. “I found the same.” I stated trying to contribute to his struggle to start a conversation. “I was just walking around downtown and noticed the same. I found it really odd.” He looked at me as if he was taking in my face. We were silent for about a minute both just staring at each other. Usually this would be very uncomfortable but something about the way his eyes were set made me feel at ease. “So I was at Town Square and I saw that statue of the guy that looked like Captain Crunch.” I was cut off by his laughing at my Captain Crunch comment. After he settled I continued. “I read the inscription and it said protector from Manas. What are those?” I figured he would know since he lived here for a while.

The warmth in his eyes fizzled away. Shit. I didn’t want him mad at me. Maybe this was a touchy subject for people here. “A long time ago when the town first started there were these people that had these powers to do things with their minds, they did some horrible things and thanks to Mr. Crunch who’s actual name was Samuel Grotchet, they were stopped.” He said all this fast and even toned. I don’t think he wanted to talk about this but I needed to know more. “Oh…” I trailed off; he knew I wanted to know more. His eyes turned warm again. “Look this is a shameful memory for the town and many people will be insulted if you bring this up, but I’ll answer all of your questions.” He came closer to me. “Okay curious George?” He asked in a flirtatious way. I stared into his big green eyes and melted, I was putty in his hands. “Okay!” I smiled.

He backed away from me and looked towards his house. “You want to come in so we can talk more privately?” He asked in a deep hypnotizing manor. I followed him into the house. No one was there except us, which was a bit awkward yet I was quite happy about it. The walls were dark colours just like mine and it was neatly decorated. As I took all of this in a herd the door shut and lock tightly.

 

Part Five

 I turned around a bit startled from the loud noise the door made. Trevor snickered at my nervousness. “I’m not going to bite.” He laughed. I glared back at him. He walked past me towards the kitchen and I followed. The kitchen was half dark purple and half vibrant lime green. The green was being painted over the purple. “My mom didn’t like the dark colours so she’s slowly painting it brighter.” He said so I wouldn’t be puzzled. He opened the fridge and took out a pitcher of fruit punch and poured us two glasses. He led me to the living room and motioned for me to sit on the big white couch.

 

I crashed down into the marshmallow like couch. Trevor sat beside me and handed me my glass of fruit punch. I sipped hastily; my throat was dry from being nervous. He watched me drink and offered me his glass after I gulped mine down. I accepted to avoid confrontation; his eyes were warm and I wanted them to stay that way. “Want me to start from the beginning?” He asked. I nodded unable to find my words at this moment. “Manas are people with mind powers. They are people who somehow are able to read, control and inhibit others minds. Long ago when people like this existed they used their powers to dominate over regular people. They killed and tortured their minds for money, property and just sheer fun. Samuel got the people together secretly without the Manas knowing and captured them.” His eyes fixated on me as he spoke and he didn’t skipped a beat to think.

It was like he had this rehearsed. Was he lying to me? I quickly scanned his mind to check. He wasn’t. “That horrible that someone would use their ability against people like that, what happened to them, jail or something?” I asked simply. Trevor looked at me, his eyes kind of dropped. I don’t think he wanted me to ask this. “What they did was so horrible, I skipped the details.” He looked at me searching me to see if I still wanted to hear their conviction. “They were burned where that statue stands today.” He sighed and looked down. The hairs on my arms stood up. That would have been me if I lived here back then, I thought. I didn’t notice but my mouth hung open. I felt like I was about to be sick. I gulped and managed to get out another question. “What about the ones who still exist, the ones who weren’t bad?” My voice quivered. His eyes joined mine again, they weren’t hard or soft; they were sad. “All of them were corrupted and screwed up, they were all killed.” He answered while still looking into my eyes.

Anger started to burn up in me. We still do exist and we aren’t all bad. “How do you know? What if someone hid their gift?” I challenged him in my anger. “His eyes turned hard and his voice became deep with annoyance. “It’s not a gift it’s a curse!” He illuminated his voice. This made me angrier. How the hell would he know what it’s like having a gift? The gift made you special not a horrible person! My eyes started to well up with tears. He was acting like he wanted me dead. I know he didn’t know about my gift but if he did he would hate me. I never used it for anything bad. He could tell I was very upset by his last comment. “If the people didn’t use their power for anything bad I guess there is no problem.” He said softly trying to make me feel better. My lip started to shake and twitch. “What would have happened to them if someone knew?” I asked in a wavy voice. I was trying hard not to cry.

 Trevor looked back down at his lap then lifted his head to stare into my eyes. “They would have been burned too, just incase.” He said almost in a whisper. He didn’t want me upset and I felt bad so I tried as hard as I could to not show I was hurt. “Like I said, the town isn’t proud of it, they did what they had to do.” He spoke more manly now. He wanted the conversation to change. I kept my head down; I was still trying to control my emotions. I felt his arms go around me to comfort me. “I know it’s horrible and sad, but it was a long time ago.” He said softly into my left ear. He lifted my chin with his hand and held my gaze.

He was so attractive and his eyes penetrated mine. I could feel his arm tighten around me as he pulled me in. His lips pressed tightly against mine for a few seconds, I could hardly register what was happening. It all went so fast; I wish time could of just stopped. He pulled away slowly making me want more. He half smiled at me and I beamed back at him. It was like I forgot everything about the Manas. “Sorry if that was a bad time to kiss you.” He apologized and looked down. “You just looked so beautiful and I couldn’t help myself, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” He said grinning. I was still in a daze replaying everything that had just happened so I didn’t reply.

I broke out of my daydream when he started laughing. “What?” I snapped. He smiled his perfect smile at me. “You were just kind of sitting there staring off into space, I could just guess what was going through your head.” He laughed. I glared at him. He thinks he knows whats going threw my head? Time to have some fun I thought. “Oh yeah?” I smiled back at him. “Let me guess whats going threw your head!” I challenged. He laughed again. “Shoot!” He exclaimed in a playful way. I scanned his thoughts quickly. “You are thinking about my eyes.” I said softly while giving him a small smile. I found it sweet that he was trying to find all the different colours in my eyes. “You’re good.” He said. “But that was easy, your eyes are so amazing that anyone would be thinking about them while looking at you.” He grinned thinking he just said an amazing line, even thought it was poorly written. I smiled back at him so he wouldn’t feel bad.

My eyes darted around the room trying to find a clock. There was a small digital radio that was sitting on a table across the room. It was four thirty. I should be going home before my parents start thinking I ran away. “I should go.” I said disappointed. “I just said I was going for a walk and I don’t want them to be worried.” I was sad. I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted his arms around me forever. “Yeah I don’t want your parents thinking I’m stealing you away.” He winked. My stomach jumped. I stood up and stretched. Trevor just watched me with a smile on his face. I think the kiss made him happier than me, if that’s possible.

I started to walk towards the door when I felt his hand grab mine. He put his other hand on my waist and pulled me in. He held me tightly and kissed me tenderly again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “I wish I didn’t have to let you go.” He admitted. I felt like saying then don’t but I didn’t want to go too far. I continued to stare at his perfect face when he pressed his lips to mine for a third time. He then released his grip on me and reached behind me and opened the door. “Don’t be a stranger neighbor!” He smiled and winked at me. I usually hated cheesy lines like that but it was cute on him. I turned and walked out of the house. I floated home and up to my bedroom.

Novel-Part 3

   

 

            I whipped open the front door and hummed a happy tune down my driveway. I turned to my left and walked down the sidewalk. When I turned I could see Trevor already half way to my house. I scanned his thoughts; he thought I looked pretty in black. As I became closer to him I could see his characteristics more carefully. His arms were big and full of muscle and every part of him was perfectly tanned. His jet-black hair was shaggy yet not messy looking. As he became talking distance I could see his eyes. They were olive green just like my room and the forest. His eyes amazed me. Even though I absolutely hated that colour in every way, his eyes made it seem warm and friendly.

“It’s nice to see you up close!” Trevor smiled. His smile was even brighter up close. His teeth were perfectly straight and when he bared them you couldn’t help but smile back. I was not disappointed that my neighbor looked like he was a Greek God but I had a tendency to be nervous in front of good-looking boys. I gave a weak smile back. “It’s nice to know I have a neighbor who is around my age, I didn’t know what to expect out of this place.” His smile dropped a bit. His eyes became seriously set and darker. “How do you like it so far?” Trevor questioned in a more demanding way then friendly. I wasn’t sure what to answer; I didn’t want to disappoint him. Or anger him. “I don’t know.” I lied. “I mean everything seems so in place and perfect, it’s very different from back home, I don’t know if I will fit in.” I answered in a shy sheepish volume. He studied my face for a few seconds and I took the moment of silence to read his thoughts. He wasn’t angry, he agreed with me. A feeling of relief came over me with this information. “Yeah, everyone is very proper in this place.” He laughed. “People frown upon me and my Mom since we live alone, and I sit of roof tops.” He winked at me after his last comment and my tummy flipped a little. I giggled and stared deep into his eyes. I lost my thoughts while studying the different shades of green his eyes held.

My mother used to yell at me when I was young for daydreaming but I always rubbed her off. I should have listened to her so I wouldn’t have been this embarrassed. Just when I lost myself a newspaper came flying through the air and hit me across my face. I turned beet red. Trevor laughed then turned to the paperboy. “Hey kid, don’t harass the new neighbor!”  He yelled in an angry tone but the young kid on the bike new he was joking around. He turned back to me and smiled. “Are you okay?” He said and touched the side of my face where the paper collided. I got more flips from the physical contact. “Yeah I’m used to having papers thrown at my face it’s fine.” I half laughed nervously while answering. We both smiled at each other then there was an awkward silence. “Well my mom needs me to go get the dry cleaning so I have to go, I’ll see you later?” He announced while turning away. “Yeah, roof top later tonight?” I giggled at him. He grinned at that comment. “Say ten thirty?” He winked at me then started walking away.

 I stood there for a moment wanting to focus on his thoughts but knew I’d look crazy. I half skipped half ran back to my house and up to my room. I flopped myself down onto my bed and began to focus on Trevor’s mind. I was able to hush out all other noises so I could clearly intertwine myself to his thoughts. I hoped they would be about me. I was disappointed. He was focused on driving now but flashes of myself ran through them. I knew he thought I was good looking but I also impressed him with my wit and charm. I laughed, I have wit and charm. Boys weren’t usually into me since my special gift. Maybe I could keep it a secret. I could avoid all the explanations and questions that people would have. I could be normal. Maybe living here wouldn’t be so horrible. At least being neighbors with Trevor wouldn’t be so bad. I started to unpack the boxes that were collecting dust at the corner of my room.

 

Novel-Part 2

 

 

            I awoke to my room being darker than ever. My only window faced the back of the house, towards the forest. I pealed the curtains to each side and peered through the pains of glass. I could look out into two of my neighbor’s yards; both yards had a hammock, barbeque and a pool. No one seemed to be home, it was a Sunday so I could safely bet that they were at church. The forest seemed to loom over the backs of all the houses. I examined the dark trees. They were all mostly oak or pine. The trees only had a few leaves on them, which was very odd for the beginning of summer. This whole town was odd. The left my room and went back down to the kitchen. As I approached I could hear the ripping of cellophane and the small mumbles of my mother and father. I walked into the large sunlit room and starred at my parents in amusement. The kitchen was almost all unpacked. One normal room down, the rest of the house to go. My room would be the last to be fully furnished. My mother was unloading the last box full of china plates and crystal glasses. My father looked up from a business document he was overlooking while enjoying his fifth cup of coffee. “Good morning!” He sang cheerfully. I eyed him coolly. Did they honestly think if I slept in this house for one night it would change my opinion? I walked over to the fridge that was not there last night. It was stalked with quick fix meals and jugs of juice. I grabbed the pitcher full of apple juice. My favourite drink conveniently placed at the front of the fridge. I searched through the cupboards until I found the one containing the glasses. I poured myself a huge glass of the juice and gurgled it down in half a minute. I looked at both of my parents after draining my glass. Both of them were starring back. “What?” I asked in an unappeased tone. “Nothing, just admiring your bed head.” My mother replied in an equal tone. I cocked one of my eyebrows I knew something was up. “Seriously what’s your issue now?” I snapped. I was rarely outwardly rude to my parents so they picked up on my anger. “You will like this place eventually, we just hope you realize this!” My mother answered in an irritated manor. I left the kitchen before I started to yell. I could feel tears swelling up in the backs of my eyes. They just don’t understand or care how hard this is for me. Leaving everything behind. I stomped up the stairs back into my dark room. I shut my door quickly and hard, but kept it quiet; I wasn’t in the mood for quarreling about already breaking something. I ripped open my box labeled in big black letters clothes. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt. I stormed my way to the bathroom and started up the shower. The water rushed down like a waterfall, at least it wasn’t green like I half expected. I noticed my mother must have placed my soap and shampoo in one of her boxes since they were already in their place. After I lathered away all my night sweats I pulled on my clothes. My hair was mangy and wet, not to mention knotted. I groaned. I’d have to unpack my toiletries I suppose. I thumped back to my room and located my bathroom boxes. I ripped it open after a short struggle and grabbed my hair dryer, straightener and brushes. I threw the other box and the remainder of the open box in the sink cupboard. I guess I would have to unpack a few things unless I wanted to be the new eccentric girl. I looked into the mirror and saw my reflection staring back at me. My honey blonde hair was curling and going frizzy. I moved closer to the mirror. The pupils in my eyes shrunk from the light above the mirror. My eyes were my favourite part about myself. They were porcelain blue with a dark ring of navy on the outside and a shady yellow ring around my pupil. No eyes were like mine. I moved away from the mirror and started to yank at my hair. When I finally untangled the mess I dried it and then straightened it. It looked fine. Right now I wasn’t concerned of my looks. I went back into my bedroom and stood there for a moment thinking of what I should do next. I didn’t feel like sitting on the computer for the rest of the day and my room sucked out all my creativity. I would normally go downstairs and find something to do there but I didn’t want to see my parents. As much as I hated this dark mossy room, these walls will see and hear more of me than anywhere or one else. I opened my window and crawled out onto the roof. The sun was just tipping over the houses leaving me in the shade still. I looked up at the sky. No clouds, how surprising. As I was mocking the idea of this being the perfect neighborhood I was interrupted by the melody of a guitar. I traced the music to my far left. There he was, my guitar angel four houses down from mine sitting on the edge of the house’s roof, strumming. A smile hit my mouth immediately. I felt foolish to get butterflies from a boy a new nothing about, but he was an amazing musician. I watched him for about five minutes until he looked my way. The music stopped. Oh god I probably look like such a stalker. I looked away instinctively, acting as if I wasn’t just gawking at him. “I thought I was the only one in this place that sat on roof tops.” The boy said in a playful manor. I looked back at him. His smile was bright and his shaggy black hair ruffled in the cool breeze. I smiled back. “I really hate my room, it’s so dark!” I said in a matter of fact way. “It’s nice to have someone to look at.” He spoke fluently. “Especially someone who is so appealing to the eye.” I thought he winked but that was most likely my imagination and hope. He didn’t use the vocabulary of a teenage boy, which mad me wonder how old he might actually be. Which made me sad to think that I might be into an old man. I started to sift through the voices I could hear trying to find his train of thought. “I’m Trevor by the way.” He said in a stressed tone. I was silent for a while, which probably made him think I was creeped out by his compliment. I smiled warmly to try and relax him. “I’m Lexi, I just moved here from Australia.” I announced trying to make a conversation. The boy studied me for a bit and I studied his thoughts. He didn’t understand why I would move from a place so far away to here. I also sifted enough to find out that he was seventeen. “He Lexi, I’m much better for conversation off of roof tops, I’m not too used to this. Why don’t we meet on the ground?” He smiled a crooked smile towards me. I couldn’t help but smile back. “See you in five!” I yelled a bit louder to emphasize that I agreed that talking by rooftop was a little odd. I crawled back into my room and shut the window. I skipped down the stairs exited to meet my neighbor in person. I couldn’t get a good look at him from far away so a part of me hoped he looked as good as his music sounded.