This Would Be Perfect

Chapter Two: Moving In

Well, when we bought the house they had to clean it up a bit. Which means we had to stay in a hotel for about 1 week. It wasn't that bad I mean we did have power and food there and it didn't cost a lot. And it was also a private hotel so our safety was included. After about one week and one weekend we finally got to move into the house. My room was pink, purple, and green. Floors were hardwood and the kitchen had an island. Had a basement and half of an upstairs. It wasn't much but for two people it was just enough. It was a nice little neighborhood not very many people, very secluded off from the city it was great because then Dad wouldn't be able to find us. I went downstairs to the basement just to check it out there's a little water on the floor I told Mom about it she said she would get it later but that I needed to come outside and help her unload everything. So I did, I went outside and I helped her unload all of our bags. Since we didn't have very much time and we only had about 8 hours to get all of our things we didn't have very many bags. I only brought half of my clothes and 2 pairs of my shoes. Play shoes and a pair of shoes to go to church in. I didn't know very many people in the neighborhood and with me being 12 well I didn't know who would play with me. So I sat inside and we brought one of our PlayStation since we had two of them. We only brought three great games though. We brought Guitar Hero 3, SpongeBob cave adventures , and Tak guardians of the swamp. My favorite one was SpongeBob though. So I would sit in the living room I love play and I would keep it downloads is that the neighbors wouldn't get mad. We didn't have very many neighbors but they were pretty close because it was a small neighborhood. I really enjoyed staying inside because then I wasn't afraid that Dad would drive by and see me. I knew that we were far far away but I was still afraid. I have been hurt by him too many times and I was not going to risk the chance of going outside and playing in the nice weather to see him again. But then I have nothing else to do I had beaten all the games and restarted them and then beating them again and it was only in a span of four weeks what was I going to do. I started writing a book. This book was about what happened to me. I didn't add any of our names in there but I did include or fake place of where we live and fake names. I didn't show my mom this book I feel like I should have. I just didn't want her to be mad at me because I was writing all of my feelings down. I guess it was more of a journal that it was a book. I feel like I just needed to screen and instead of actually screaming I just wrote it all down instead of getting scared I just wrote it all down everything was put into that book. Then one day I was done writing I didn't want to write anymore I was done putting all of my feelings in there I wanted to scream I wanted to hit the wall I wanted to have a temper tantrum on the floor. But I didn't so I went outside. I know that the outside was dangerous but I knew that we were far far away and after a long time of thinking I finally went outside. I told my mom where I was going she in that motherly tone "stay safe!"

I listen to her because I was too afraid not to I knew what she was talking about. About the whole somebody could drive by and pick you up for somebody could have a drive-by shooting. But I didn't think that was going to happen but I listened anyway because I knew it was possible. The street a little ways thought it was a little boy he looked about my age. Since I had been cooped up for about 3 months I went over just two yards away and I for just a minute watch him play basketball before he noticed me. He walked over to me and said "Are you new?"
I replied with a head nod and he asked me if I wanted to play basketball with him. I said "I'm not that good but I guess I'll play with you. Maybe you could teach me!"
So for the rest of the day and he taught me how to play basketball. I wasn't that good but I got a few baskets and I think maybe three but I still had fun. Before we started playing I asked him his name he said that his name was Jackson he was nice I like to Jackson. Maybe me and Jackson could play more he asked me my name and instead of telling him my whole name I just said my first name. I told him that my name was Alli. Then I told him that Alli was short for Allison.

When he finally went inside he said that he had to go eat dinner I went home to eat dinner myself. Well we were sitting at dinner I told my mom about Jackson. She asked me if I liked him. I guess I sorta lied to her cause I said no but I sorta liked him a little bit. Just as my mom was putting a scoop of spaghetti on my plate with some garlic bread we heard a knock on the door. I was so scared. So my mom got up and answer the door and I stayed in my seat...