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Walk in Town

Helping my parents settle in the house completely was keeping my mind of things as the weeks were passing and coming. We were working on the house every day, painting, decorating, fixing and putting into place our old and new staff, it was a difficult task for everyone, especially my parents who were both working now. So in order to make things easier for them I was doing my best to keep the house clean and make my bedroom completely on my own so they didn't have to worry about it and I have done a pretty good job, now I have a desk  a chair, I have painted the walls blue all by myself, I hanged curtains and I have put posters and drawings all over the wall.

But all this time I was so busy making the house feel like home and my bedroom like shelter that I had turned down every opportunity of going out and familiarize myself with the town and the people. I hardly knew how to go to the basketball field and come back home. I never went shopping with my parents and never joined them in their little exploits, even if they seemed very excited. I just didn't feel like it, I wasn't sad though, I was feeling very happy and energetic but little nostalgic, especially when my friends called or sent letters. After that day I broke my promise to him I never broke it again, I  was trying hard to smile, and it seemed to go pretty well as long as I was staying home and didn't facing the reality of not just changing house but country.

Although it was already July, a month after our arrival,  I hadn't visited the town even once, but now that our house is ready and we have put everything into place the days are becoming more and more boring. Comic books aren't here fast enough so I don't have any new ones to read, I draw so much that I run out of materials every now and then and I am very pleased with my bedroom to add or change anything and since my parents work in the morning and visit the town in the afternoons  I'm alone most of the time doing nothing. It's time to do something about it. And today is a very good day.

It's hot outside and you can hear nothing but silence because is noon, what a better opportunity to take a walk without any distractions. I put on a white t-shirt, jean shorts and a black hat with my curly hair up to a ponytail. Even with the simple outfit I feel very confident and I'm sure I walk like it. I try to walk quietly as i can so I won't disturb anyone. The feeling the hot road under my shoes is taking my breathe away.

As I continue walking amongst the small houses and stores I see they are becoming more and bigger so I assume I am in the center now. There is nothing open but a small cafe I pass by. I can see why my parents were so excited about everything. It's such a pretty town, small, and graphic but pretty. There are almost no fences; you can literally walk through people's back yards. I can feel my skin happily responding to the sun and my hair waving smoothly as i walk,i feel like i'm drowning in the feeling. Heated skin, muscles moving,ponytail waving the back of my head and repeat.

While the sun goes down and the heat is dropping i bump into more and more people. There are almost no kids my age though. Walking closer and closer to the centre of the town again I see families going to the playground and ladies shopping, it's crowdie and loud. I love it,  I feel way more comfortable and also I don't care if I'm noticed or not. I live here and I have to accept it.

While I was heading home i heard voices. Young voices. When I come across the corner of the dead end I live I see the field Ms McLaughlin had told me about. And there is a bunch of boys playing basketball in it. In a blink of an eye I start sweating like hell, my hands are shaky and my legs won't move. Usually I'm very comfortable around boys but these are a whole different thing. I don't know their culture well; I don't know what they are into, and how they behave to girls. I don't seek for their approval but I want it, it's comforting and easy to talk to girls but it's funnier talking to guys everybody knows that, what if they tease me? I don't have a 6'2 tall guy clearing up for me now and I'm not exactly a calm person.

I take a deep breath and trying to remember Nick's words. Head up, proud walking, smile a little, confidence, and don't be afraid of eye contact, that's how you let guys know they don't have to deal with an easy prey. I do as he once told me so. I keep my head up and walk proudly, I keep the smile on my face and head towards the field . As I walk past them I feel their eyes on me but suddenly i have a de ja vu ,I know that particular look one of them is giving me, it feels exactly the same with that day i hadn't curtains on my bedroom yet. I turn my head and look at them suspiously, they have nice, kind faces and they are tall and thin as all boys through puberty. I smile at them just to see their reaction. They all smile back.

My eyes lock with the tallest one. He is very tall and very thin, he must be more that 6'5 tall and his popping eyes are gorgeous, green sparkling, kind of familiar, his hair are buzzed blond, he has long visible jaw-line small lips and a very weak goaty on his chin. Despite that he is very tall for his age and thin he is unmistakably attractive and he doesn't get his eyes of me as I turn.

I go straight up in my house. Wow, who was he? He was pretty good looking and he didn't seem to take his eyes of me. Very proud about myself I change to my pajamas and head to the living room to tell my parents my first impressions of the town. Now that I think about it none of them was ugly actually, it seems like North Carolina has a chance of winning me.