The Boy Next Door

Chapter One

     I've lived in Texas all my life, born and raised, which is why when my parents announced to me and my older brother Graham that we were moving to Boston it really took us by surprise.

     But here we are packing our things and hitting the road. I guess I should have seen it coming. My fathers always saying that this family deserves more than Texas... Which is not true, Its my home.

"Its weird to think were leaving this place" my older brother was saying to me as my father filled us up on gas.
"Yeah I know, I'm kinda worried to be starting at a new school half way through the year"
"oh don't worry Mia, you will do fine" he replied.
Easy for him to say, my older brother was seventeen and was top of his classes always having straight A's. Its been like this for as long as I could remember, my parents telling me to be more like him.
Me, being younger at sixteen, could never match up to him. Everytime I would do something I thought was pretty amazing he would come and one-up me.
" Okay everyone ready!" My father said as he climbed into the car.
As we started down the freeway I couldn't help but worry. Moving into a new city, new house, new school. I wouldn't know anyone except my brother who always made friends easily. I popped my earbuds into my ears and put my music on shuffle, losing myself in the music.

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" Mia, honey, were here!" My mother shook me awake. I opened my eyes slowly rubbing them as I climbed out of the car facing our new house. It was smaller than our house back home. It had a old feeling to it... Almost welcoming it was yellow coloured and there was a small white fence separating our house from the neighbors on our right. There was no house on our left.  My father called my mother and I in as him and Graham were already exploring the new interior.
I walked in and the first thing I noticed was how beautiful it was. It was like a dream house. The kitchen had beautiful white cupboards and grey granite countertops. The floor was dark wood and it had a big island in the middle with a black stove. As I walked into the living room talking in the beautiful decor. I headed upstairs to see my room, when I got there I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The room was empty of course but one thing caught my eye the big doors opening up to a balcony facing out to the backyard I could see the whole neighborhood. I looked to the backyard of the house next to us and saw a dog chewing a bone. As I sat there watching the dog my father startled me "Savages, hey" he said
"what" i replied
"the dog, why would someone own such a beast... Their yards a mess too"
This has always been my dads way. Judging people he hasn't even met. He always assumed that he was better then everyone because he made good money. He wanted the best for us, he really did but sometimes he was a bit  overwhelming. As my dad told me to get cleaned up for supper I couldn't help but think about what my dad would say to the neighbors if he ever met them, since he's already against them cause they have a dog.