I run through the door prepared to ask my mom the much dreaded question.
"Mom? We're getting new neighbors? Who are they? Are they nice?" I ask when I see her in the kitchen.
"Honey, I don't know. I have only talked to the mom. She seems fairly nice. I asked her if she would like to come over for dinner tonight and she said she would love to. We've only got another hour before they come, go get ready."
I turn and run. They? Who's they? I hope they have a girl my age. That would be nice. To have someone to talk to. A best friend. I've been wanting a best friend since forever.
I finally reach my room and throw my book bag onto my messy bed. I walk over to my stereo, turn it on, and then go to my closet. What should I wear? Shorts, jeans, skirt? Tank top, tshirt, sweater?
I decide on a v-neck purple shirt and a miniskirt with leggings. I put it on and it makes my blonde hair stand out from everything else. I look into my candy apple green eyes and decide I shouldn't wear any makeup. Then I look at my body. The top hugs my body making me look like I'm not that awkward after all. I look at my wrists, the scars still there. I take my finger and gently rub each scar. Gently, I kiss each wrist and draw the words "Stay Strong" on them.
"Alyana, dear! They're here! I'm about to let them in! Come on down!"
I take a step towards my door and listen as the door is opened.
"Hello! Come in, make yourself at home!"
"Oh thank you for inviting us over!"
I hear footsteps as they all walk in.
"This is James, my son. Bryce, my husband. Tori, my daughter, and I'm Kim."
I step out of my room and walk slowly down the stairs, each step making a different creaking noise. Suddenly, all eyes are on me. And all I can look at is his blue eyes.
