Turned Over

Robin: When We Moved In

Back at seventh grade, my parents decided to move out of New York. I really don't understand why we have to move into a neighborhood that is pretty much hidden out of nowhere when we have it all back at our city. Being a 12 year old boy, I didn't argue. I knew from the very start that moving out will be a very bad idea and once I set a foot on our new neighborhood, I knew that I was screwed.

You see back at that time, as I went out of our car, I decided to help Dad unload our moving van. My mom and my younger sister Kirsten, who is two years younger than me, went inside of our new house to settle things in. Dad and I are in peace while doing our work that is until a girl, a farm girl I guess, with the looks of her clothes chimed in.

"Hi! I'm Emily Winston!"

I know it's really rude but I hate her enthusiasm. I mean, it's too much.

"Well hello. I'm Mr. Lachowski and this is my son, Robin."

What? Thanks, Dad. Now the farm girl knows my name.

"Hello Robin! I'm Emily!"

She's staring at me. Why is she doing that? It's creeping me out. And because I don't want her to think that I like her, Mom said most girls are like that, I broke eye contact.

"You know Mr. Lachowski, it's really nice to meet you. We haven't had new neighbors for as long as I can remember."

The farm girl, I mean Emily held out her hand for my dad to shake it. And without hesitation, my dad happily took it. She then turned her heel to me and did the same. I stared at her hand and saw a brownish liquid dripping from her fingers. What in the world is that? She wants me to shake it with some unknown substance sticked to her hand?

It's impolite but asking her would confirm it.

"What's that on your hand?" I said with a bored tone just to tell her that I don't like much of her presence.

"Oh, this? It's nothing. It's just mud." She said smiling. How come can she still smile?

"Mud? Why would a 12 year old girl play with mud?" I said while heading to one of the boxes inside the van.

Dad called me. It was calm but I knew that he was pissed off at me that time. I just ignored him.

"Oh! I didn't play, well sort of. I just fed my pigs a while ago."

Pigs? Who said anything about pigs? And did she just say that she played with them?

It was never my intention to return the favor but the next thing I knew, here I was holding the pig player's hand!

She was shaking it with energy, and did I mention with a creepy smile on her face?

"You know you could go out and check out our farm! We can feed my chickens, my pigs, even my cows! You are welcome!"

See the enthusiasm? Too much. And she was still holding my hand. I tried to get away from her clutch but hey, she has a deathly grip!

"I-I don't re-" I was about to tell her that I don't want to and never in a million light years but Dad cut me off.

"That is so nice of you, Emily. I'm sure Robin would like that."

I didn't like the implication. And even though Dad was tossing me deathly looks from the past, I'm sure this one was worse.

And before I could protest, Dad gave me one of his deathly glares which, if you ever crossed the line, you wouldn't like what will happen next. So, I just shrugged.

"Really? That would be so nice! Anyway, Mr. Lachowski do you want some help?"

Great. I thought she's going to talk to me all day. And further than that, I don't want her to stay on my radar any longer.

"No!" I exclaimed. Then it hit me. I'd be in serious trouble with Dad if I ever cross the line again. "I-I mean, it's okay. My dad and I can handle this."

"I don't really mind at all." She said with a smile.

This was the beginning of my awareness that this stupid crazy dirty farm girl cannot take a hint. Of any serious kind.

This girl is unbelievable! She's impossible and annoying and pushy! I can't stand people like her.

To finally get out from this dying situation, the only manly thing that a 12 year old can do is to ditch. Yes, I know it's lame but that's the only solution I could think of at the moment.

"Dad I have to check something inside."

As I was about to jump off the liftgate and headed for our new front door, I heard the pig player's voice.

"Goodbye Mr. Lachowski. It's really nice meeting you. I wish I could meet the rest of the Lachowski family."

The rest of the Lachowski family? My family? I would not want that happen.

I heard her coming after me but I don't want to look at her. It might sound like she was just walking calmly but to me, it sounded as if she was chasing me. Before I got the nerve to look at her, she blasted right past me, grabbed my arm and yanked me along.

This was too much. I planted myself and was about to tell her to get lost when I realized that could be so much of a bad impression.

"May I help you?" I said annoyance evident in my tone. Does she have any concept of privacy? Any respect for personal space?

"I just want to say goodbye and maybe see you tomorrow too." Really? Just really? See you tomorrow? If that's the case, I don't want tomorrow to come.

"Yeah. You've finally bid your goodbye guess you can go now."

"Yup! See you tomorrow Robin! It's nice meeting you."

And it's really bad meeting you, pig player. I thought to myself, of course I wouldn't say that to her face unless not now so I just gave her a nod and reassuring smile the best I could form.

She waved goodbye while walking out from our yard and the next thing I knew was that moving in to this neighborhood would bring me social discomfort.

She lives just across ours. I should have known.

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