My Annoying Neighbour

Chapter 1: Kill them

I thought that Math class would never end. Algebra and I don't mix. Math and I don't mix. School and I don't mix.

I'm interrupted by my train of thought by my two best friends, Lily and Hailey.

"Hey Sophie!" said Hailey.

"We've got some good news!" Hailey said.

"You guys are getting me a new skateboard for my birthday?" I asked, excited.

"Umm, no. We signed you up for this singing competition next month!" said Lily.

"You did what?!" I practically screamed. This earned us a few glances in the hallway.

"We signed you up for a singing competition next month, keep up Sophie." said Hailey unimpressed.

If there's one thing you need to know about me, it's that I don't sing. I used to but that was before it happened...

I left school angry. My best friends knew the reason I didn't sing anymore, but they've always told me to step out of my comfort zone. When I used to sing, people would praise me for my talent and say one day I'm going to be a really big star. I was riding my skateboard back home and when I arrived, I saw this big moving truck next door.

"Mom, dad, I'm home!"

"Hey sweetie, in the kitchen!" My mom shouted.

"Mom."

"Yes?"

"You're making cookies."

"Yes. Yes, I am."

I grinned from ear to ear. Mom makes the best cookies in the world. Sometimes I wonder how I'm her daughter. My mom's a goddess in making practically anything and I, on the other hand, can barely boil eggs. I reached over to take a cookie but my mom smacked my hand.

"Ow, Mom what was that for?!" I asked my mom while rubbing my hand in pain.

"They're not for you, silly." My mom said laughing.

"If not me then who?" I asked

"They're for the new neighbors." My mom said." Would you be a sweety pie and give these to them? "

"Mom, you know how you always tell me to keep quiet if I don't have anything nice to say?"

"Yes?" My mom said slowly, unsure of what I was about to say next.

"Then I don't think I should go over there." I said.

"Nonsense, Sophia Annabelle Sinclair. You will go over there and welcome them sweetly, understood?" My mom said sternly. She's mean when she's angry.

"How when I'm not sweet?" I say nonchalantly like she didn't just call me by all three of my name's.

"You kill them...with kindness."

I walk across to the neighbours house and see a boy. A cute boy. He has brown, messy hair that falls over his eyes. His eyes are a beautiful blue. I can tell he is clearly strong when he just lifts the boxes with ease.

"Hi." I say plastering on the biggest smile ever.

The boy just looks at me like I'm something that's come from under his shoe. If looks could kill, I'd be on the ground. Surely I don't look that bad. I mean, I don't cake myself in makeup like some other 16 year old girls, but I don't look hideous. I've been told countless times that I'm pretty, so what's his deal.

Ignoring his death glare I say, "I brought cookies."

He looks at me with such disgust, you'd swear I was a roach.

"I don't want your disgusting cookies you little rat. I can happily ask my mom to make some for me. Now why don't you take your cookies and scram." He hissed

Well ok then...