My brother and me are packed and are ready to leave our house for good. I’ve got so much used to this I don’t really think a new house is a new adventure anymore.
I'm in the car now. My aunt’s car. Black and red. Like its some sort of car you would find in the horror movies. I look out the rear of the car as I say my goodbyes to the house.
Stefan and I arrived at our aunt’s house by eleven o’clock. We usually go to pick our bedrooms when we get our new house. It’s the first thing we always do. Only our aunt decided it best we get to see the neighbourhood first, so we all moved our stuff into the living room. We then went out on the deserted street. It looked like some abandoned, horrible and very lonely place I sought of felt sorry for the place. I am now sort of glad I moved here, in a way. Maybe my brother and I can liven the place up a bit.
My aunt watches us, she's always done it, it’s as if were going to run away and disappear. Maybe I was wrong about her socialisation. Maybe she is an old woman that gets very lonely and wants some company around but nobody seems to be very neighbourly in this estate. I do wonder why she doesn’t ever just move house. I mean I can tell by the look on her face, when she's not watching us I mean, it’s haunted. It looks like she's terrified even walking on this old fashioned walkway. It confuses me. Makes me feel scared. Cautious. I take every step with caution. As if someone will jump out from the overgrown, pointy bushes, or climb over the broken, fallen walls of the abandoned gardens.
