My Boys- hp

Chapter 1

It's winter, again. The trees have gone bare and the snow is slushy. Our neighbors don't come out, but in the small town of Berkton- nobody does. Except for his family. I've spent almost every day in my room, apart from when he visits. I don't usually like socializing with my mothers friends, but his family is the exception. He makes it bearable. I get excited, even, when I hear they're coming over for dinner.

The people of this town are different. We've always been different. We call our town quiet and secluded, however it's not exactly that. I'd call it more sheltered- but in a bad way. Almost every family prefers to stay in their perfect white houses with their perfect green lawns. I'd rather be out doing something but it's just too easy to fall into their isolated ways. Socializing in Berkton is very rare and I'm almost positive that talking with a stranger for over a minute is a crime. Aside from the occasional dinners we have with the Potter's, I am the most awkward teenage girl I've ever met. Although I haven't met too many teenage girls.

At 16 years old there's not a lot I can do. Especially in this town. Most people my age
spend their time at the local park which consists of 1 creaky swing and a run down, plastic slide. Their parents wish they were doing drugs but their children are just as insufferably boring as they are. I'll occasionally go there to read or watch the sunrise (the slide makes a good view.) But I've always wanted more- something spontaneous. However here... that's rarer than a blue moon.

His family has lived here the same amount of time we have but they were never friendly with us... until my father died. They brought casserole over one time and my mother fell in love. Not with Mr. Potter, but with Lily. My mother hasn't had a real friend since she was 13 and after my dad passed, she needed one- desperately. I'd call my mother's and Lily's love more platonic than romantic but I'm not an expert when it comes to love. And that's one thing I know for sure.

These dinners have been going on for about 4 months now- once a week. And each week I become more and more fascinated by him. His blue eyes are so captivating and his beautiful black hair is unimaginably perfect. My only problem is his maddening desire to avoid me. The glances I get at the table are like pieces of sweet candy I haven't tasted in years. But my goal this year is to win that pretentious boy over.