Chapter One: Moving In
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The wind ruffles his hair as Tristan picks up the last, very heavy box, and starts carrying inside, naturally tripping in the process. Cursing under his breath, he dusts off his jeans before walking the rest of the way and plopping the bending cardboard, and the junk in it, on the counter.
"That's the last box Mom. Can I go to my room now?"
"Sure. Just come down in a little for dinner."
He snatches an apple as he makes his way up the stairs and into a dark, empty blue room: his new room.
Would you look at that. He tells himself. There's a dorky window seat. That totally makes up for leaving my friends.
Biting the apple, he sits and watches a blue sedan drive past.
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Down the street a ways, Christina takes a sip of her tea, siting on an identical window seat, in an identical room. The only difference is that it's bright yellow, with floral patterns and stuffed animals. They make her feel less lonely.
Curling up to finish the chapter in her book, she hears the door open as the sedan's owner enters.
"Hey Tina, you know that empty house down the street?" Her mother questions, tugging at her tight pencil skirt. "A family is moving in."
"Cool." She doesn't talk to people, why does she need to know this?
They won't talk to me, and everyone knows I won't talk to them. So why should I care?
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The Boy Down the Street
Teen FictionChristina Olivers is the shy girl, the book worm. She doesn't talk to anyone, and no one talks to her. That's just the way it's always been. Tristan Mayher is the new boy, the nice kid - to Christina at least. It doesn't make sense that he's a jo...
