Moon Filled Nights.

chapter 2

A month later, I am carrying boxes into the new house, it's a 2 story Victorian with a full basement. My bedroom has its own bathroom, walk in closet and balcony. I have a queen sized bed, a dresser, with a huge mirror, and a floor to ceiling mirror on the wall. My walls are a light purple, and my floor is a plush cream. We bought the house fully furnished. It's beautiful. I don't know how we afforded this but I don't really want to know. I set the boxes in the small stack in the corner of my room. I don't own much and my mom insisted I buy a whole new wardrobe.  I plop down on my bed and revel in the softness of it, molding to fit my body. I've have never felt anything so comfortable. When I finally get the motivation to start unpacking, the sun is nearing the horizon, and I decide it can wait and opt instead to sit on my balcony and watch the sun set. It's amazing, I've never seen such a colorful sunset before. I sit down on one of the lounge chairs, and get comfy. I hadn't realized how tired I was until now.

When I wake up, I'm still on the balcony but the moon is out. It's almost another full moon. I can't believe how warm it is, it's only February but it's already 60 degrees. Unlike where we lived before where the snow would still be a couple feet deep, it feels like summer here. I make my way back into my room and change into my nightgown and fall asleep on top of the covers. But just as I fall asleep, a loud bang startles me awake. I look out at the glass panes balcony windows and see a male standing on the balcony. I am so scared I can't even scream for help. He puts his finger up to his lips as if to hush me. I blink and look back and he is gone.  Like he was never there at all.

I try to blame what I saw on lack of sleep, but deep down I know what I saw was real.

I eventually fall back asleep, but nightmares fill my dreams with horror.

The next morning I wake up as the sun rises. Glad to be rid of the dark night. I get up and crawl out of bed. One look in the mirror and I know I need to take a shower and maybe put on a little cover-up to hide the dark circles forming under my eyes. I usually avoid make-up, but I don't want my parents to worry about me.

After a long shower I get dressed. Putting on one of my new outfits of a black fitted top, and light blue skinny jeans. Next I pull on my black cowboy boots. Strange combo, but it does look good. I study myself in the mirror. Trying to decide if I like what I see or not. I'm 5' 8". With emerald green eyes. An oval face. Prominent cheek bones. Freckles. Dark brown hair with natural red highlights, and reaches down past my lower back. I weigh 150 lbs. Yet I don't look it. I'm built a bit heavier than most girls. I am mostly muscle with hardly any fat on me. I have natural curves. I have a good sized chest and hips, and a flat stomach.

After I finish examining myself, I walk downstairs and get a cup of coffee. I'm not hungry so I don't eat anything. I check the clock and see that I have an hour to get to my new school. I decide to be early and head out. Climbing into my pickup. A 1953 Chevrolet truck. It's cobalt blue. It was a project between my dad and I. Just finished it a little over a year ago.

I wonder how horrible this school will be.