You Moved In

BOO! (Part 1)

Hi!

I originally had the idea for this novel on the day of Halloween driving through the beautiful Southwick scenery and it hit me then. So that's when I had this set and I thought it would be convenient for me to make a chapter about the holiday during the holiday. But here I am, May and I'm getting this done now. Christ almighty!

Well, enjoy!

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I wake up after Miguel and slowly arise from bed. I rub the back of my head and scratch my scalp. That feels good. I stretch and yawn and notice the curtains are already open. The light floods my eyes and I get up out of the bed. I walk to the window and notice there are only two cars in the driveway. Mine and Miguel's. Slept in again? Ow shucks. I've been personally trying to avoid Miguel's parents so 1) I don't get scolded for being suspended and 2) being out late. But I can't control if I sleep in or not when I don't have an alarm clock.

All of the leaves have fallen except the ever green trees with their pines that stay the beautiful color. I have two minds on this time of year. It's beautiful to see but a thorn in the side to do anything. Just like Winter. Spring is when my sinuses act up and summer in Massachusetts is unbearable when we just were getting used to the cold. Maybe I'll move somewhere nice soon.

I walk downstairs and see Miguel on the couch with a class of water. He's already ready for the day.

"Good morning," I say.

"Morning," he replies, "happy Halloween."

"I forgot about that," I say and yawn.

"Any plans for tonight?" He asks.

"I don't know."

"I've been invited to some parties, think I might go." He says.

"I find it funny how you've been here for a total of three weeks and you have more friends than I'd ever had." I say to myself.

"I'm sure you can come with me," he said and I sit beside him.

"I don't know," I say unsurely, "I'm public enemy number one right now."

"Then we can just go to the bar," he suggests.

"We're under 21, it's illegal." I say.

"Really?" He asks and laughs like I'm telling some sick joke.

"Yeah, we technically have to be 21 to drink alcohol and go into most bars." I explain.

"Great, another reason to hate this place." He says.

"Yeah, tell me about it." I roll my eyes.

"Will parties have alcohol?" He asks.

"Of course, but the cops always camp around in some areas of the town and they're ready to arrest teen who are in the possession of it."

"English, Callie," he says.

"They're gonna arrest people who have alcohol who are minors." I say.

"We could stay here," he smiles at me smugly and flares his eyebrows up and down, "spend out time together."

"What's the difference if we were at a party?" I ask with a chuckle.

"We'll be alone." He says.

"And we're alone right now," I say, trying to change the subject, "what's the difference?"