metanoia

new neighbor

Dear Diary,
Today is the seventh of January, and I can feel myself loosing motivation for the new diet I put myself on. It's a pretty strict diet if you ask me, but also I did make it myself. Confusing kind of, but you get the point. Anyways, I've been home all day, school was canceled due to the hurricane last night. I'm fine, but obviously the new neighbors didn't get the memo that our town had just had a hurricane. They decided to move in the day after. How smart. Later on mom told me she wants to go over and greet them, and wants me to tag along, so in other words, I'm being held against my will to do it. Check in tomorrow!
xoxo Kalon Williams

Placing my diary inside my undergarments drawer, I shut the drawer quietly and walk out into the kitchen. I find my mother on the phone, with who is most likely my father. My family is small, my father, my mother and I. But we don't have much problems like other families. We're stable financially, emotionally, and we're all healthy. I have an amazing relationship with my family. My mother's name is Magnolia, named after the Magnolia flower, and my father's name is Hercules, named after the son of Zeus. My name, Kalon, means beauty that is more than skin deep. Pretty meaningful if you ask me. "Oh hey my love, I didn't see you there. How's your day going ?" she smiles showing her light pink gums, with perfectly white teeth attached. She pulls out cookies from the oven, perfectly cooked."Pretty boring actually, could we go to the neighbors now since the cookies are done ? Maybe it's a girl, she could be best friend potential!" I giggle and my mother joins along with me as she nods. "Sure honey, let's go over now. Your father will be home late tonight, so we can have a girls night!" I smile and nod. "Can't wait!" My mother puts the cookies inside of a circular container, the batch of 15 cookies fits just right. We walk over together, making sure we stay on the side walks, not skipping through to have a short cut through the grass. "Here we are darling." She walks up the steps and knocks gently. I smile nervously and put my hair behind my ear. The door opened to find a kind-looking older man. His eyes dart towards my mother and he smiles widely. The dimples in his cheeks are wrinkled but not too much, and his hair is silky black, but you could tell that wasn't his original color. "Well hello there." He smiles, his hand moves to his ear shutting off the bluetooth earphone he had in, seems like a business man. "Hello sir, Welcome to Hilton Bay, we've baked some cookies as a peace offering." My mother smiles as an impolite teenager, or what it looks to be a teenager's arm, filled with tattoos, grasps the cookies out of my mother's hand before who i'm assuming his father could even say thank you. Confusion fills my mother's face as well as mine as possibly the cutest boy I have ever seen appears in front of me. Holy crap, he can't be real, he's like hotter than Toby from Pretty Little Liars! "I'm so sorry, how impolite, this is my son, Harry Styles. I'm Desmond Styles, thank you for the cookies, would you like to come in?" Hold on, Styles ? As in Styles Industries? Styles Industries manufactures so many businesses, I've lost count. "Thank you, Mr. Styles, we'd love to!" I speak up and nod as Harry scoffs and walks off into another part of his new house. My mother motions for me to go talk to Harry, probably try and make friends with him, though he is impolite from what it seems, it's best to share politeness then be rude in return. He might just be upset he had to move from wherever he had come from. "Hey! I'm Kalon, but call me Kal!" I smile widely and stick my hand out for him to shake. His eyes not leaving mine, he shakes my hand, grasping it tightly. I wince slightly and he noticed but doesn't let go. He moves closer and whispers in my ear. "Now pretty girl, you're gonna get out of my room, and tell your mother I'm not the one to fuck with, okay? good." He pulls away and I gasp as my hand is red and his choice of words have stunned me. "That's not polite, we came here to welcome you and you tell me to go tell my mother nonsense?" My eyes water. I'm not used to having to deal with problems such as this, so I become very vulnerable and emotional. "Ha, if it was that easy to make you cry, this town won't be that much harder to take down, person by person." My eyebrows furrow, what does he mean? His intentions are to take down, practically destroy this town? "What do you mean, Harry ? I don't understand you're meaning of 'take down this town.'" I tell him and he laughs. "Get out." His adorable smile seemingly is cut short but his anger issues his must have kicked in. It's the only reasonable explanation for a mood change hat quick. "Are you bipolar ? You were just laughing now you're telling me to get out ? " He stands up from his desk share, his muscular figure is intriguing to me, the way his tight black shirt shoes off his- never mind. I shouldn't be thinking he is attractive, i'm professional and polite, he is not. "How impolite of you to ask me if I was bipolar? Aren't you going to apologize?" He crosses his arm and my face fills with worry. I couldn't have come off as rude. Has he seen how he is acting and he is the one calling me impolite ? I already don't like the looks of having a 'friendship' with him. "Oh gosh! I'm so sorry Harry, please forgive me? I can give you a tour around the school tomorrow, assuming your starting tomorrow, correct?" His eyes roll and he cracks his knuckles as he coughs. "It was a fucking joke you little humorless-" He is cut off by his father walking in. "Harry stop, Mrs. Williams said that tomorrow she can drop you off at your mother's after school, don't be late!" He smiles nicely. Why can't Harry be polite like his father? He seems like he actually does something with his life. "How's it going between the two neighbor buddies?" My mom giggles lightly and Harry shrugs. "She's a normal humorless bitch." My mother and I gasp, his father rubs his forehead in regret. "That was very rude!" My mother exclaims to his father. His father tries to explain but we couldn't understand because Harry began blasting his rap music. While in the room with his father, my mother , and I, Harry was even smoking! I don't know what it was but I think it was Marjuana. My mother always told me marjuana was the devil's lettuce, so I stayed away from it and any other drug close to it. "We're leaving now, I hope you understand why." My mother grabs my wrist tightly as we both quickly walk out, before walking out I hear Harry say, "Don't let the door ruin your pretty little face on the way out." I still don't think I understand if he is being sarcastic or if he actually thinks i'm pretty. Oh gosh! What if he does ? I have to tell Emily about how cute and interesting he is! No, no, I can't tell Emily. She'll tell my mother and my mother will be furious, I can already sense the tension between our two family's, The Styles' and The William's.