Oh, the darkness?

Um hi? ch1

"Wow... This is amazing."
" I know me and you dad got a great deal on this place."
"It's really cool."
" I'll make a deal, help me unpack all our stuff and you  can have any room you want upstairs,"
I bolted up the old fancy stairway to a long hallway with four rooms. One was a office-type room and the other rooms were normal sized rooms. As I walked out of the last room I noticed a old lady walking up to the front door with a daughter, 2 ginger haired twins, and a boy around my age with dirty blond hair.

Ding-dong

"Violate! Get the door."
"Coming!"
I ran downstairs and opened the door.
"Well, aren't you pretty."
"Th-thank you ma'm."
"Oh hello! Come in, this is my daughter Violate and I'm Her mom."
"Well, we're the neighbors and we thought we would come and visit."
"Oh well fallow me to the kitchen and we can talk."
It was weird it's like all of them knew the house and where everything was. The girl went some where upstairs, and the twins went down to I think a basement that I didn't even know was there. My mom and the old lady went with my mom to the kitchen and I went up to my room. I was in listening to my music and reading a article about my new house apparently it's called the murder house. I've always been into the whole dark mysterious ghost kind of thing, it intrigued me.
" hi."
"Oh hi I'm Violate."
"Ya your mom told me, I'm Tate."
"Nice to meat you Tate"
Tate was a fairly good looking guy, he had dirty blond hair and dark brown eyes that were almost black. He was wearing red converse, dark blue skinny jeans, and a white t-shirt with a leather jacket. His hair was shaggy and partially curly at the end. His eyes where almost empty-looking the only emotion I could see was sadness, he seemed lonely. The outfit he was wearing didn't seem to match his personality but hey, I don't Judge I mean look at me I'm a mess. We are wearing almost the same outfit only my hair is in a messy bun.

At first it was awkward, he just sat on floor by me and listened to my music but after a while we got talking and he was a lot like me. He was also intrigued by the darkness like I was. We also liked the same music, style in cloths, and we both felt the same way on many topics like, bullying, depression, friends, school, and the relationship we had with our families.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------AUTHER'S NOTE

ok this is my first book and I don't know how the write well so ya pls no hate and tell me what to do to make my story better.