Noah's POV:
Earlier when I was moving the boxes into the house, I saw a girl across the street looking out her window. She had stunning, dark skin and she looked like she just woke up. She leaned on her window looking effortlessly cool yet adorable. She spotted me looking at her and hid. A smirk crawled onto my face. Cute.
"NOAH! HELP ME OUT HERE!" My dad yelled, rudely interrupting and ruining yet another moment. How can he do that again and again unconsciously?
"FINE!" I yelled back. I turned my head back towards the cute girl living across the streets' window (that's what I'll be calling her from now on), only to see that she wasn't there. Disappointed, I walked towards the door with the last box and into my house.
"Ugh... I'm tired beyond repair. Help me," Bella wailed to me from the floor where she decided to vegetate.
"Bella we just moved in. The floor could be infested with dust and germs from 10 years ago. That's probably been the amount of time it last saw a mop. C'mon get up" I ordered, pulling on her outstretched arm, helping her to stand.
"Then what should I do? I'm bored and it's been a long three days of travelling," she continued to moan, annoying me.
"Well, I know what you two should do. Help me unpack, clean this dusty, old house and then shower and change because you two stink." My dad advised, popping into the discussion.
"Yes dad," We countered.
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Two hours later
I just finished changing after help my dad rearrange all the furniture in the living room and kitchen, though we still have the bedrooms left.
Ding Dong
"I'LL GET IT!," I hollered, running to the door to open it. I swung the door open to see the girl from across the street and her family? There was an older man and woman, the woman holding a cake in her hands. I'm guessing the older people are her parents, two boys and her. The older woman spoke up.
"I'm Sarah and this is my husband Kyle Sears. We live across the street and wanted to introduce ourselves. These are our children, Adam, Wade and Zara. Here we brought cake." She explained pointing towards her family then followed the action by thrusting the cake into my hands.
"Thanks. Hi, I'm Noah Matthews and-"
"Noah, who is it?" my dad called interrupting yet another moment of ruining the new neighbours. He does understand that first impressions last right? Bella soon followed after him.
"These are our neighbours. They came to visit us." I answered him.
"Hi, I'm Joshua Matthews. This is my son Noah and my daughter Bella,"My dad introduced us, holding out his hand.
"I'm sorry but you have a different accent. I've never heard that accent here before. Are you all english?" Sarah asked us.
"Yeah, we're english. We actually flew here for my new job," My dad explained.
"New job?" she responded, confused. She made a face which I assumed to be her thinking face.
"Yeah..."
Okay, awkward silence and weird tension.
"Sorry, it's just a little strange. We haven't had new people on the Island for a sixty years and this Island is the kind of place where you know everyone and I've never heard anything of a someone offering a job." She explained.
"Hmmm..." was my dad's quip.
"Can I ask what kind of job you have?" I held in a breath. No one has been able to find out. I mean Bella and I don't even know. He's refused to tell us what kind of job he does. Thinking about this brings me back to when I was younger I used to think that he was a drug dealer or something, but then when dad found out about my uneasiness, he quickly reassured me that he was on the right side of law. Though he still won't explain exactly what he does.
"I work in law. So, Sarah is there another reason as to why you're here?"
"Well, since you're all new to the Island I wanted to show you around. That's my secret motive. Is that okay now that you know?" she playfully asked, breaking the tension and offered a smile of peace.
"Yeah." my dad acknowledged, accepting her smile and retorted with a smile just as nice as hers.
"Well we have a lot to do..." Sarah proclaimed, releasing a big whoosh of breath.
I have a bad feeling about this. You can just smell the bitterness in the air.
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Crescent Island
Teen FictionNoah and Bella Matthews move from England to Crescent Island, a small uncharted Island near the Bahamas with its' beautiful weather yet creepy inhabitants, due to their dads new and secret job. Crescent Island is known as a haunted Island where the...
