The Girl Next Door

Chapter Two

Abigail McCartney

As I lift up the massive box, my arms begin to shake as I fight through the struggle. I turn my head to see a boy running towards the house next door. My heart skips a beat as I see the blur of good looks and boy of charm. I turn my head away before he can see me and make my way inside.   

"Need any help?" My father says casually as I run in. 

I head towards the empty and long hallway, turning into the large room onto the left .  

Thank god he didn't see me, 

I think letting myself fall on top of the newly made bed frame.  

"Abigail! I need some help in the kitchen," calls my mother.

Upon reaching the expansive and glamorous room, I quickly busy myself with the unpacking of the new plates and cutlery. I sit on the cooling tiles that distract me from the previous events.  

"Beautiful house isn't it?" my mother says without looking at me.

Despite the fact that I had never wanted to move in the first place, I can't deny that the house is indeed, beautiful.  

"Yeah, it is," I say with a dorky smile. 

She returns one back and goes back to unpacking the wine glasses. When we've finished doing the kitchen I head back to the empty and blank room that is apparently mine and start reading an old book of mine that I have read many times. Books for me have always been the place where I can just escape and forget everything around me. Soon my father calls me down for dinner and we eat takeout Chinese on the wooden floorboards.

Sleep comes easily that night.