I glanced out my car window as I drove past the old house. It bothered me so much living right next door, but my parents refused to move. It's been about six years since the "accident." A woman, and her two daughters were found dead after a horrible fire broke out. Nobody knew where her son was, or if he was involved. Some days I almost picture him jogging down the street. I really want to move.
I pulled my car into the garage, and went inside. Immediately I heard the tv blasting from the den. I found my dad asleep in his old chair, so I lowered the volume. "Maci? Is that you?" My mom called from the kitchen. I smelled something amazing cooking as usual. "Yea it's me." I strolled into the kitchen, and gave her a hug. "So did you notice anything on your way home?" She had an anxious excited look on her face, but I had no clue what she was talking about. "Um, no? Did something happen?" I hung my coat in the closet, and removed my boots. "Oh come on, its like all you talk about." Her eyes widened, and she tilted her head towards me as she stirred something in a large pot on the stove. "What? Something happen to that old house? It looked normal to me."
I sat at the table and opened some mail that was addressed to me. "Maci you are the most unobservant person I've ever known." She turned away from the stove to face me. I didn't look up from the letter I was reading. "It sold." Instantly the letter fell out of my hands. My mom said something else but my mind wouldn't process it. Who in their right mind would buy that house? Do they even know what happened there? I repeated the question out loud. "Apparently the family believes it has been long enough since the fire, and they're renovating everything." And she went back to cooking.
I could feel my hands shaking, but I didn't know why. I had nothing to do with that house, or the fire, or the family. Just the fact that it had been abandoned for six years creeped me out. I mean, I went through high school, and a year of college without neighbors, and now all of a sudden here they are. I stood up and went upstairs to my bedroom. The second i walked in, my eyes went to the window, a perfect view of the old house. I shut the blinds, and sat on my bed. Scrolling through twitter made the time fly, and after an hour, my mom called up to me. "Maci, dinner time." Her voice was small, but it carried through the whole house. I love my parents, and especially my mom's cooking, but I can't wait to move.
Halfway through our meal, there was a loud beeping, like a truck would make if it was backing up. Neither of my parents moved, so I did. I half walked, half ran to the window by the front door, and sure enough, I saw one of those huge white trucks backing into the driveway of the old house. A young guy, about my age I'd say, stepped out of the truck. An older man in a hard hat, and a woman in a gray suit followed him. He had his hands in the pockets of his jeans, which in my opinion were sagging too much, and his hair was covered by a black snapback. He looked behind him, where the older man was holding out a clipboard. They both nodded, and I really wanted to be a part of their conversation. The woman was on her phone, and her facial expressions did not look pleasant. I wouldn't want to be on the other end of that call. The young guy turned his head to my house, and I swear we made eye contact. "Maci will you just come back and eat please." My dad was not the type of guy you want to piss off, so I left the window, and went back to the kitchen.
"Is he cute?" My mom said as I sat down. I rolled my eyes at her and replied, "it's a woman." Sort of a half lie, I couldn't really tell if the woman in the suit was related to snapback guy, or working for him. "I'm sure it was." My mom whispered. I dropped my fork on my plate angrily. "Just because a guy moves in next door doesn't mean I automatically have a crush on him mom. I'm not twelve ya know." She looked at my dad and he shook his head, non-verbally telling her to shut up. "How was work today?" One thing my mom could do was change the subject without any tension. "My boss was looking for some people to relocate. I put my name on the list." My parents exchanged glances again, but neither of them talked. If there was one thing everyone knew about me, it was that I really wanted to move.
