not your average love story

chapter 1- The boy

I'm Jess and I'm 13 years old. I live in the quiet little town of Benvenuto, not many things happen, except we get new people all the time coming into town. Some come with families and friends, many come alone. It's a safe, quiet town.

I live near the edge of town with my great grandma Louise. I have lived with her for as long as I can remember. I don't have any other siblings, or parents. Only grandma Lou. She takes care of me and makes sure I am happy, but there is something about her that makes me feel like she is hiding something. She tells me not to talk to the neighbors. She says that it is for my protection, but I dont really know if that is true or not.

I remember that one day when I was seven I was sitting in the window when a man walked through the big metal gates into town, he had long brown hair and was wearing tattered clothes along side of him was a little boy that looked like he was my age. He was crying and holding the man's hand. He started bringing him towards the town, but the boy was screaming, "I want to go back, I need to say goodbye." I felt very bad for him. Grandma Lou went out to help, she calmed the boy down. Then she came into the house and brought the boy to play with me while the man went to look for a house with my grandma. We played with my toys. He was very quiet, but I knew that he wanted to say something. He started to talk, i found out that his name was Jake. He started telling me about his dad Nate, who brought him there. He had an older sister named Molly, and his mom was named Liz. He said that they have red marks on their skin, I was very intrigued by what he told me. I had never heard of red people before. I asked him why they weren't with him. He looked me in the eye and said, "it wasn't time for them to come here." Grandma walked in to the room at that very moment with Jake's dad, he got jake and left. I can still hear the words in my head. Still to this day, nearly six years later, I am sitting here trying to figure out what he meant.

Two years ago I asked grandma what it meant but she replied, "sweetheart, that was four years ago. You guys were just little kids and little kids say mixed up things." I wasn't very happy with that responce, but I knew there was no point in questioning her further. I would like to ask Jake what he ment by what he said, but they moved out of town the very day that they came.