8th December, a Sunday Mom and I had just arrived at Boston, for the next one week, well 5 days, this place is going to be my home.
“Mum, are we here yet?” I sat on the front seat of the car with my seatbelt on.
“Almost there…….” my mom replied. I tilted my head against the window, and looked aimlessly at the scenery passing by. Then my mom pulled over.
“Umm… mom why are we stopping?”
Mom hastily unlocked her seat belt and wound down the window. “Oh you poor thing, come on in! Quick it’s getting cold!” Mom……why are you stopping now? A now curious I readjusted my posture to look to the right. That’s when I saw her. A human Popsicle, shivering and sneezing in the cold.
“Hi, I am Jordan, Jordan Faye” the girl said sheepishly, she managed a weak smile as she climbed aboard the car. Her cheeks were red from the cold and you could feel the temperature suddenly drop when the car door opened. “Let me turn the heater up for you, honey.” My mum will call anyone “Honey”, no matter who they are. Nice going mom. I thought. Jordan took the empty seat beside me and started to remove her coat. I examined her from head to toe, her brown hair was long and wavy, she had dark eyebrows and her specs hung on top of her nose. Her crystal blue eyes took me by surprise; her eyes were like glass, elegant yet sharp.
As we arrived at my house, Jordan thanked my mom for driving her back home. “Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” Mom unbuckled her seat belt and turned her body so it now faced me. I usually am not like this; I am not the type to keep silent even when there was no one around. In Kindergarten, my teachers would usually call my mom to complain about how I refused to sleep or how talkative I was, always interrupting lessons, and the like. I am always the one to start conversations, the one who talks forever like there is no end to time. Hunter’s mind went blank.
“It’s Okay, Mrs…..”
“Oh it’s Grace” my mom turned her head to talk to Jordan.
“Thank you, Mrs Grace” Jordan gave her a wide smile and unexpectedly turned towards me, “By the way, we are neighbours, maybe you can tell me your name tomorrow!” She then unlocked the car door and ran back home.
It was getting dark; my mom decided we should turn in for the night and unpack our stuff tomorrow. “You know? You should really talk to that girl, she seems really nice.” Mom widened her eyes, a little angry and annoyed at the way I acted just now. C’mon Mom, I just ……forgot to introduce myself. I nodded my head towards Mom and proceeded to the bedroom.
Hi, I am Hunter, Nice to meet you…… Hi, I am Hunter, Nice to meet you…… Hi, I am Hunter, Nice to meet you…… I am sure that I would see Jordan tomorrow, but somehow telling her my name seems to be the hardest task I am ever going to take on.
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No one knows what love is (#1)
Teen FictionThis story is about first love and the experiences that comes with it. It may seem like your typical boy meets girl story, that is true, but its love at its simplest and finest form. The boy, Hunter Grace is moving into a house in Boston for 5 days...
