You Moved In

Neighbor

I look out my bedroom window and see the moving truck pull into the house parallel to mine. The falling leaves on the trees blow in the gentle breeze of the wind. I watch a woman get out of the truck with boxes and I can almost hear her say something to another person. I watch as the other person gets out of the passenger seat of the truck and see a tall, muscular boy who looks to be no older than my age. His hair is the color of chocolate and is fluffy and combed over his forehead. I watch him carry boxes into the house and when he's on his second trip he notices me and eyes and for a second, we make eye contact and I hide. He goes back to bring boxes inside and I go back to pondering.

Where are they from? Why are they here? Do they think I'm crazy for watching them? It's just the two of them. No more people get out of the moving truck and my mind begins to wander around all of the questions that I have. Why do the two of them need such a big house? This is the nice part of town. I mean, in my opinion, all parts of this town are beautiful, but this part is definitely where the people with the most money thrive. Not rich, just... comfortable. All of the town of Southwick, Massachusetts are settled into the forest and around lake Congamond and the middle pond and for me it's the perfect place to be. I'm Callie and I've been here all my life, but I wouldn't change that for anything.

I go back to doing what I was doing before I decided to be a creep. Homework... on a weekend. Yay. If you couldn't tell the that I was being sarcastic, you need some help because who in their right mind would want a crap-ton of homework on a weekend when we could all being spending our time in the way we want. For me, that's literally anything besides work! I hate work so much and I think the concept of it can burn in hell. Even though I don't need to, I have to work because I have to pay for gas money and my car insurance. $3.46 per gallon is just stupid. Who's running our country?

What I would be doing in my free time is listening to music and reading/resting. There's other things I like to do in my free time like baking or going on walks but sometimes, reading and listening to music can just put me at peace. I sit on my bed and open my computer and start my Spanish homework. It's mostly just writing simple sentences and piecing them together to write three paragraphs about our lives. It's simple but would I want to do it on a Sunday? No.

But that's my life. A senior in high school and who is just going to school because I have too. I've never had a boyfriend and I pray I don't until after school ends because I so many things that need to focus on, but I have been asked out though. Actually more times than I can count. Why? You may be asking. Because people think I'm pretty. I don't like the attention I get. I can't wear most clothes because god knows when guys see me in a something that shows my chest. Or my thighs. Or my butt. So baggy clothes and sweatshirts are basically the only thing in my wardrobe.

I'm not popular. And people think I am because the way I look. I sit with the same people every day at the same table. My two friends, Joanna and Hannah. Those are the only two people I have in my life other than family. My family. Which reminds me, I'm the only one home, the way I like it. I have two little siblings. Cameron, who is two years younger than I am. And Carly, who is three years younger than me. I live with them and my dad. My mom died... no left after Carly was born. I don't remember her or what she looked like and my dad doesn't like to talk about her. One day... she just... left. I remember she wasn't native to America, but I don't know where she was from. I know somewhere in Europe, but my father said she always used to visit her family there. My father never went with her because something that happened with her side of the family before I was born, but one time on one of her trips, she didn't come back. My dad tried contacting her, but with no response. He cut contact with her side of the family so we didn't get any information from them. So after a few months, we just stopped trying.

My father won't talk about most parts about her, but he said that she had a strong accent and that her parents passed away when she was a teenager so she had to live with her brother. He said that her brother and him didn't get along because he was the reason she came to America. My family is a mess and it's that's a lot to know about me and my family.