Today, it was the strangest the day ever.
I was walking home after buying some things from the supermarket for my mom cause at 10 AM in the morning, she yelled at me to get out of bed to get her cheese for her cheesecake and she didnt even told me what was it for.
Anyway, around an hour later, at 11 AM, i was walking home and guess what I saw? Next to our "neighbourhoods" house, though we didn't have any neighbourhoods since 10 years ago, there I see a tall man with dark hair and hazel eyes that looked about 32 with blonde skinny energetic woman that looked about 30 moving some boxes out of a light white truck.
What were they doing here? Are they moving here? I though, but than I shooked my head. No that's not possible. Though acording to the fact that I've never seen them before and that they were moving a lot of boxes.. I sighed. Yes, they are moving. Here. In our neighbourhood. I don't know why I'm so stressed. Ever since I was born, this house next to me and my family was empty. I guess i understand why.This house has about 13 years old. The entire house is painted in a dark green that honestly doesn't make it better. On the porch, you will see a swing that if you even try to sit on it, it will make the worst sound as a kind of cry for help that will make your ears bleed, hypothetically of course. If your ears will actually bleed, than that means this house is haunted. Every time I look at it, it gives me shivers. It isn't exactly a place for a couple or a family.
But enough about the house. After I see those people, I quickly go inside my house and there, after I take off my shoes, I go in my room to change.
I love my room. It has translucent curtains and the entire room is painted in a light cream tint bringing in the required brightness and airiness. It has pictures of me and my cat and it has some printed qoutes that I putted on my wall for whenever I don't feel motivated to study, I can just look at them and it will give me energy. It's just perfect.
After I change into a white shirt and some black shorts, cause it's hot as hell outside, I ran downstairs, in the kitchen. When I arrive there, i fiind my mom, washing some dishes. She turnes around and she gives me one of her rare smiles."-Ariana!" She welcomes me. Than she looks at me up and down.
"-Did you get my chesse?"
My mom was so pretty for her age. She had light blonde hair and green eyes that sparkle whenever she laughes or smiles. And unfortunatly, she does that rarely. She is a very private women. She runs our family business for almost 15 years. She didn't stopped after I was born. She continued, but now fortunately, she only does little things. She is like a role-model to me. She is strong,independent,hard working and just trully amazing.
I smile back at her.
"-Yes, I did." I say as I hand her the bag. She takes it and after a few minutes, I ask her.
"-Mom?" She looks at me and raised an eyebrow.
"-Yes,Ariana?"
God, I hate that name. Don't get me wrong, I love my name and my family. But i hate it when people call me 'Ariana'. It reminds me of a family member I do not want to remember. But since it's from mom, I let it slide. I look around the room. Where is he? Than to mom.
"Where's dad?" She smiles sadly and I know it already when she is gonna say. "He is busy" or "He had work". It's always the same.
"Honey, well he-" I interrupt her.
"Had to go?" She nods.
"Oh." She looks at me and grins and says:
"How about we go visit your new neighbourhoods?"
Back up, say what now. I look at her, but it's so hard to say no when she is looking at you like that. She was looking at me like a dog that was begging for his meat at his owner. Pouty face? Check. Sparkling eyes? Check. I sigh as I think about it. I mean it can't be that bad right? Maybe i'll even make a new friend! I look at her and mumble:"it's..um..it's fine-"
She grins and I just know it's gonna end up bad.
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General FictionAriana is a normal 13 year old. But then, when her mom's best friends moves next door with her 3 sons, things are gonna change. A lot.