My Delightful Kryptonite

The Wi-Fi Password.

I've lived in so many different cities growing up due to my parents constant moving because of their military duties. But my favourite and current location is Burnaby, British Columbia in Canada. The different kinds of trees and dark blue lakes seduced my dad to move here. He loved the way the city and nature were so close, so he choose a suburb neighbourhood to live in.

Me and my mom have always been really good at socializing with our neighbours. All except the family living behind our house, the Johnson family. They were closed off and just really hateful people. I still remember the day that paved the road for my hatred of Mrs. Johnson.

It was a warm day in June, the sun was dead set in the middle of the sky with maybe five to six clouds. I was wearing a tiny sunset hat and these big white ugly shorts kids wore in 2010. My mom and I were going door-to-door talking to the neighbours and having pleasant conversations with most of them, but then we approached this fancy house that was behind our house. I remember just sitting there and looking at it thinking that the person inside was a princess, I was wrong, so very very wrong.

"Hello, I'm Erica Loveless and this is my daughter Aurora. We've just moved here and we're going around introducing ourselves to the neighbourhood," my mother said with a warm tone but the truth is that she's been practicing that line in the mirror until she knew it by heart.

"Ah I see," Mrs. Johnson said trying to close the door on us but my mom was a resilient woman and jammed her foot in the door and kept trying to talk to her. Mrs. Johnson didn't talk to the whole time, she just stared daggers at me. This could've been an honest mistake but she still does it to this day. Mrs. Johnson glanced up at my mom finally and crushed my mom's foot in the doorway by slamming her body against the heavy door.

My mother shrieked like a banshee as you would've expected and the people next door came over to help out her off their porch. I was terrified, my whole body was trembling and I didn't know what to do back then, I was only eight.

But from the things I heard about her, I guess she had a reason to be hateful towards little girls. Apparently their oldest son, Ace Johnson, was attacked by an older girl when he was a five but I have no clue why she hated me. There was so much drama about this family that I could let out at any second, like how Mrs. Johnson and Mr. Johnson's relationship is strained and he cheats on her every night, even when their kids are there, or how Mr.Johnson no longer owns most of the Tim Horton's in the area because he spat in his exes food, or maybe even that they are so bankrupt that Ellis has to sell weed for lunch money but I don't because as much as I hated Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I loved Ace Johnson so much more.

He was like a prince- no, like a king, everything he touches is like gold to me; that soccer ball he kicked over the fence into my back yard or the notes he dropped on the way home from school, I collected them all. Even though he has never spoken a real word to me and we don't go to the same school, I set up a perfect timetable to see him everyday.

He's been my platonic love since I was eight and I saw him playing soccer outside my window, he looked up and smiled at me, his mom never let me talk to him and would hush him away from me. She was extremely strict about him and his brother's friends. And It's not like my mom was keen on getting me to talk to the kid of woman who crushed her foot with a door so I've never really talked to him but not only did that make my curiosity grow, it made my obsession on knowing him worse.

My car came to a complete stop in my driveway, I truly love this neighbourhood, it's the perfect place to watch the sunset and from my room I get the best view. Not only can I see the sunset and the colours that spill into my room from the window onto my bed, I get to see straight through into his window and I have a bit of the layout of the backyard so I can see him practice.