Michael's POV
I sat in my room, bored out of my mind. As I roamed my room I glanced at the posters on my wall and the CDs piled haphazardly on my desk. Suddenly a truck pulled up near the house where my old friend Eli (A/N this is a reference to my latest favorite fanfic "A love like war" it's a Cake fanfic that everyone should read. Just saying) used to live before he moved across town. I hop over to my window and sit there writing a song in my notepad for the band my friends and I hoped to have one day. After a few minutes of fruitless song writing attempts I resign myself to just staring out my window and imagining the most random stuff.
All of a sudden a girl with black fringe and a huge black hoodie on pops into Eli's old room holding a huge box. She carries in a few more and I just watch her.
There's something about the way she walks. Any person would assume she's a stereotypical emo but her walk has almost a skip-like quality and she always looks like she's lost in thought.
Two movers hobble in carrying what I assume to be her bed, and she has them plop it down right in the middle of the room. She looks around and counts boxes.
I've never seen anyone like her
