There's This Guy

One

Introduction

All the empty boxes were stacked in the corner. "Finally," Jane thought to herself. Although she had already been living in Oakville, Califoria for a month and a half, everything was finally unpacked. Being stuck in her room all day was driving her crazy. I need to go on a walk. She walked out her bedroom door.

On her way to front door, she passed her mom in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm taking a little walk, I'll be back for for dinner."

"Okay, hun," her mom replied.

Jane had taken many walks around the new neighborhood. It was the only time she could actually think straight. She looked down the street as she walked, careful not to trip over any garbage cans. (She could be quite clumsy)
All the houses on the street were quiet. None of her neighbors had any kids. They were all elderly. Typical.

Rounding the corner, a little red Toyota slowed beside her. She had seen the truck around town and knew that an annoying boy owned it. Just great. The boy, 16 years old, rolled down his window.

"Hey girl," he snickered, "I see you are alone. I like red heads. Need a ride?"

"Nope," she answered and proceeded to walk away. It's auburn, not red.

The boy rolled up the window and sped past her, so close to her she jumped off the road to avoid getting hit. That jerk!

"Ugh! I hate this place already." She walked back to the road toward her house. Luckily, the boy didn't follow.

Later that evening, as Jane was getting ready for bed, she felt a sudden longing for her old home in Carusa. All her family lived there in Arizona, and this place felt lonely to her.

Before dozing off, she reminded herself to brush her teeth. Finishing up, she also combed her hair. It was a wierd habit she shared with her mom, but it made her hair very soft and less tangled in the morning. Swoosh. The brush ran through her long hair. While combing, she examied herself in the mirror. Jane didn't like her freckles very much, but her family said they were "just too cute". Her skin was a white-ish olive color, like her dad's. Her eyes, greenish-blue, we're the only thing she didn't inherit from her parents. Both of theirs were hazel-brown. Wierd.

I'm so tired. Jane pulled the covers over herself and clicked off the light.