The girl with the pink hair

New Neighbors

"When life gives you lemon you...." my mother began

"You throw them at your enemies. " I finished

"NO..... my point is that you have to make the best out of this, maybe our new neighbors  will be nice.

"Ughhhh!" I hated the idea of getting new neighbors. The house next door to us has always been empty since me and my mom first moved here. And some days when I'm feeling down I would go in the house and just breath. The house is really big and it had this one bed room with a walk in closet and i would sit in there all day, just to think. BUT NOW SOME PROBABLY WEIRD  PEOPLE ARE GOING TO  TAKE AWAY MY HAPPY PLACE.

"Oh come on sweet heart maybe they will have a cute son, I heard they have children."

"Just great so that means there's more then one of them, JUST FREAKING GREAT."

"Calm down, oh  I think that's them outside." Mom said at the sound of a car parking

My mother ran down the stairs, skipping steps to go meet the new neighbors. I swear I think my mother was a track star in her young days cause I know that 40 year olds shouldn't be able to run that fast. Shot.... I can't even run that fast and I'm 17.

"Mom wait up, God that woman can run." I said running down the stairs after my mom while gasping for air.

When I got outside there was a blue mini van and there were four people standing around it. A man and woman that looked about my mom's age, a girl with blond hair that almost looks white, and a really tall boy with light brown hair and brown eyes. And at this very moment I has just realized that the brown eyed boy was staring back at me with with wide eyes.

"Umm.... is there something on my face." I asked him

"Is that you real hair color." He questioned with even wider eyes. Oh and I didn't tell you this but my hair is pink. And don't start thinking that I'm a girly girl cause I'm not, I absolutely hate the color pink and I hate my hair sooooo...... you put the two together.

"Of course it's not her real hair color idiot, you can't be born with pink hair." The white hair girl said before I could

"Now kids behave yourselves." The expensive looking woman said with a smile that showed her pearly whites.

"What ever, can we go inside now it is hot out here mom."

"Hold on Jesse don't you want to meet your new neighbors  before we go in." So apparently the white hair girls name is Jesse.

"Ah..no isn't that obvi. Dad hand me the house keys." Jesse  said with boredom

Her father threw her the house keys and she went into the house slamming the door.

"Sorry about her she is not very happy that we moved here." The woman said showing her pearls again. Man why is she so happy?

"Oh that's alright I understand, well my name is Julie Center and this is my daughter Jenna Center." My mother nodded her head at me and took out her hand for the happy lady to shake.

"Oh its so great to meet you" she said while shaking my mother's hand. " I am Samantha, this is my husband Bob and my son Dylan and we are the Smiths.

Dylan was still staring at me but this time with calmer eyes. I don't know what is up with this kid. Okay yeah I have pink hair...... so it's not like I have a million tattoos all over my body saying I fart ketchup.

"Samantha do you need any help carrying your stuff." My mother smiled trying to show off her teeth now.

"Oh yes that would be great."

"Okay I will get my daughter to help you." What was this lady doing why can't she help with the stuff. She is the one that just sprinted down a flight of stairs. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realize everyone was looking at me, waiting for my response.

"Oh well you see I haven't been feeling very well and my arms feel very weak an-"

"That's okay sweetheart we have enough helping hands. You just go and get some rest." Samantha said with a big smile. Man I don't like this lady.

"Why thank you Mrs. Smith." And with that I ran up to my room.

I had went to my radio and turned up the music. I love rock music, it's like putting your feelings into yells and screams.

I turn the music up really loud to where the mirror on my wall is moving to the beat. I look out my window and see that Dylan's room was right across from me. Our rooms were so close to each other that my music was shaking the little bit of posters in his room.

"Oh....hi...can...you....maybe like turn down your music please, I mean if you don't want to you don't have to." Dylan said looking at his feet, standing at his window.  I think he is shy.

"Umm my face is right here not down there." I told him, pointing  at my face. He lifted his head up really quick and gave me those wide eyes again."

"Oh I'm so sorry I didn't mea-"

"Calm down its okay, I will turn down my music

"Oh thanks.......sorry...about that." He said looking at his feet again

"Okayyyyy."

After that weird conversation I thought it would be a good time to take a shower. I came out the bathroom with only a black towel around my waist and then started to look through my closet to find something to wear. And then that's when I realized 2 figures watching me.

I turned around to face my window and saw Dylan staring at me with those wide eyes again and a cute boy with blonde hair.

"Man, I am coming over everyday." Blondey said with aw

☆authors note☆

Hi guys this is my first book ever and I know there will be Grammer issues so bare with me. I really hope u liked the first chapter.

OH and the picture up there is Dylan