Apple Blossom Lane (short story)

Apple blossom Lane

Pristine houses hold pristine people. Apple blossom trees line the road, and every morning the sun rises on the east side, creating a beam of warm light that follows straight down the middle of the road, as if  the street was made around it. Sometimes if I get up early enough, I sit in the middle of the road facing the side the sun rises, and watch the light catch up with me. I can literally watch the light move towards me, and when it hits me it's the warmest type of warm there is.

The street has won many awards for it cleanliness and happy moral people, but it's all a lie. The truth behind these people is entertaining and quite horrific, and the only person who knows the truth is me, Corey Hanswick.

I spend my time roaming the streets, looking through people's windows as I walk past, and I listen into their conversations as I pretend to listen to music. I learn the most about my neighbours from sitting on their roofs, that being the hardest part of completing my "hobby". I have almost fallen nine times, but luckily never been unfortunate enough to hurt myself. I have never been caught, and I never will be.

The house on the left side of where I live has three daughters, eleven, fifteen and eighteen. The one who is eleven is a witch I'm pretty sure. Ok, well maybe not a real witch, but she spends her nights searching Satanist symbols, and I'm sure she was making a potion, or it might have been cereal, but instead of eating it she put her feet in it. She probably made it to either summon demons or moisturize her feet.

The fifteen year old comes across as the perfect little daughter. Her parents never have to worry about her. She walks around in sensible clothing, glasses on and her nose in a book. She spends all day studying and practicing piano for hours. But what her parents don't know is what she does when they go to bed. I've seen her many times. First Timothy Warper, a boy her age comes and throws whatever object he can find at her window. After a while, out comes miss perfect and proper, with dark makeup, big hair, and a short skirt that would probably give her mother a heart attack. I have a lot of respect for that girl; she's fifteen and is almost as good as sneaking around as me, I may take her up as an apprentice.

And lastly the eighteen year old daughter. She's literally the most popular girl at school, if not the town. She's blonde, thin, and practically a barbie doll. I used to have a crush on her, now I just find her annoying. Every afternoon her big Dumbo of a boyfriend drives her home, and she's known as the life of the party, going out almost every weekend. What no one knows though, is that she's only been to one party all year. The truth is... she's a nerd. She finds interest in things like literature and indie films, and anime and comics and is quite advanced for our age in the area of physics, and if she wasn't so annoying, I would probably easily fall in love with her.

The only people who know about my acts are only a handful of friends, so I have a perfect record. Altogether I have broken up three marriages and six friendships. I have caught four people stealing, and two different rival houses sabotaging each other's gardens. I have watched three romances blossom, and four burn to ashes.

 I believe It's better to get hurt by the truth, than be comforted by a lie.

"Corey, are you there." I hear a voice from behind me. I smile and turn around to find Cara Renoldi. She grinned when she saw she had my attention, and boy did she have my attention. Her smile was the kind of smile that would just make you happy. Her smile would be the only thing that came close to how I feel when I watch the light of day catch up to me. Her eyes were like rain, a blue that was neither happy nor sad, but almost every emotion all at once. She sees me and walks over to the window sill.

"Spying on people again?" She questions with a smirk.

"More like observing." I say returning the smirk.