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chapter one:

'For the love of rock hunting'

That was all he could think, as he stared out his window, and down to the driveway of the house next door, the pink and white Victorian one, the one with the monstrous garden full of rocks, that he spent hours foraging through, to find a curious rock to set with his others.
For in the driveway, sat a beast, a UHaul moving truck, and a quaint car, the colour of blue, it had to be ancient, due to the matte look and the chipping paint, not to mention the evident rust around the tires.

But the cool car was besides the point, some dull headed people were to move into his hunting grounds. And that, Noah thought, was unacceptable.

He kept his eyes trained on the ancient car, willing its contents to spill.

And to his delight, the door opened, a woman, dressed in a tight fitting blue dress, fit with a bonnet, and white little heels stepped out. She waddled to the passenger door, before opening it and taking someone's hand in her own, before pulling them out gently. 
A girl followed the hand, she, wore a pink dress, one that matched the pale pink of the house they stood before, her dirty blonde curls cascaded down her shoulders in glorious ringlets, and her features were pale, like freshly fallen snow, from the looks of it, the girl had never seen the light of day. And her eyes, they were shielded, by sun glasses that were round and probably too big for her face.

The older woman led the girl to the house, to the white porch where the paint peeled and the steps creaked. And he watched them enter the house, and he stared at the white door, longer than he should have.