Deal With It

"Deal with it."

Three words that drive is either crazy or into the endless, blackened pit of insanity.

The person who said it has no comeback but knows how to play the game.

The person who hears it is left defenseless, broken and confused. It's either that or they're just like me; you plot your revenge and do your best to avoid obstacles.

By obstacles I mean things that literally stand in your way. For example; my obstacle is the dead.

Yup.

I see ghosts. I'd sooner admit it to a moose than my friends, though, because I dont really want to be counted as psycho to them.

To other people that I'll probably never see again, I don't really care.

Hi. My name is Kris Nielson and I'll be your new neighbor.

Hmmm... I thought to myself. "Maybe I should just say hi to him..." I thought out loud.

"I think that would be a good idea," my mom said, leaning on my open bedroom door.

I laughed, "Ok. I'm off to meet the marshmallow next door."

"Be nice," she said sternly with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, yeah," I groaned and left my house.

As soon as I reached the sidewalk right outside of my new house, I pulled a hairband off my wrist and threw my brunette hair up into a ponytail.

I then continued walking toward the neighbours' house on the right.

My parents had already met the neighbors when I had been staying at my aunt's place and they were unpacking.

The house that I was going to was the only one with a kid my age in it.

Finally, I reached the sidewalk in front of their house and I spotted two seventeen year old guys playing with nerf guns outside of the house.

"Hey Milkduds!" I called to them.

Both of the guys stopped mid-game and looked at me confused. They were both soaked due to their relentless water-gun usage.

They slowly made their way towards me with their guns aimed at me.

I put my hands up in surrender and said, "I am completely unarmed. I come bearing information."

Their defenses lowered. "Speak peasant," one of them glared at me. He had black hair and the oddest pair of violet eyes that I had ever seen, even though I've never met anyone with violet eyes...

The other guy looked at me with curiosity through the bangs of his blonde hair and his golden eyes.

I rolled my eyes. "I would just like to inform you that whichever one of you dweebs lives in this house," I pointed to the two story building, "has the honor of being my neighbor."

Violet Eyes smirked at me, "Arrogant much?"

I playfully flipped my ponytail and grinned, "Not at all."

Blondie grinned and held his hand out, "I'm Greg."

I frowned at his outstretched limb, "I don't do handshakes."

Puzzlement crossed his features, "What exactly do you 'do' then?"

"High five?" I offered with my hand raised.

He accepted and high fived me as I said, "My name is Kris."

"Just Kris?" he asked.

"Yup!"

"Well, just so you know, Kris, I'M the one that lives here," Violet Eyes said.

"Your name is?"I questioned.

He grinned and before I could comprehend what he was doing, he squirt me in the stomach, grabbed Greg and ran to the front door of his house.

Right before he closed the front door behind him, he poked his head back out, "The name's Elliot by the way!" He waited for me to reply.

"Did you seriously seriously just pull a hit-and-run?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yup! Deal with it!" and with that, he closed the door.

Oh, I will. Just not in the way you expect.

Hullo!

Yesh I'm starting another book but what can I say; focusing on one thing at a time makes me feel slow-minded so I try to keep my work at a max if you know what I mean.

Updates will come faster for a little while so you have to be happy and you have to like it!

I love you guys and keep doing what you do best!

Stay Random!

~Paris