My mom calls to me to start unpacking the truck. I drag my feet slowly to the dusty U-Haul. On the plus side, this house is way bigger than our apartment. I might actually get my own room. Suddenly, a beat-up Volkswagen screeches onto our driveway. When the car stops, a tall, gangly, and pale man gets out and pushes past me. I roll my eyes but watch him intently. After him and my mom talk for a while, my mom introduces him as the landlord, Mr. Tomlinson. He hands us a pamphlet that explains the history of Salem. Once I get in the house, I throw mine in the trash. When I turn around, Mr. Tomlinson is right in front of me. He says in a monotone, “You’ll wish you hadn’t done that in a couple weeks. It might have the answer to save someone’s life.” I just stare at him blankly. I finally snap out of my trance and scoff, “How in the world can a pamphlet save someone’s life.” With that, I rip the pamphlet in half. “Suit yourself.” After that, he leaves. On the other hand, Leila reads hers front to back. Unlike me, she’s excited to be here.
