The Boy in The Mirror

A New Beginning

Me, My Mom and Dad had all packed ready to go to our new house in Atlanta. I was pretty nervous to make new friends, new neighbors, new town, and new place. I was gonna miss my friends, Madison, Jason, and George. I had all three of their numbers so i could still get in touch with them. Me and my family were now gonna live in Georgia. Forever. I lived in Miami. The sun always shined. The beaches and the girls. Ha! I was a lunatic. Madison was gonna go to Georgia for the summer so we would be able to see each other and jason would come in 3 months for his uncle's wedding. George...well someday he would come here. I hoped. I would eventually see my friends but, it was going to be quite a while though. I was impatient...so already i was whining. As soon as we got in the driveway of the house the neighbors all came out giving us confused and feared faces. Wow, way to greet new people...

"Mom, everyone's staring at us." i reported to my mom looking back at a women staring while grooming her cat.

"Oh, honey. It's nothing." my mom said shaking her head trying to be all nice. She waved to the women with the cat and she responded by speedly walking back inside her house and slamming the doors.

"You were saying?" i asked her pointing to the ladies direction.

"She's just shy." my dad said coming out of the car holding long boxes in both of his arms.

"Yeah, an old 66 year old women is shy enough to greet new people and make them feel welcome, but not shy enough to groom her cat in a cat fur coat with flip flops? Yeah. Ok" i said rolling my eyes and grabbing two of the boxes for my room.
Me and my dad went back n forth to the hotel we were staying to our new home. We sold our old house to this couple with a daughter.

Don't know what she had to say about me. Yet, i don't give a frogs behind.
I walked in the house. It looked to be 33 years old or more. Didn't matter. It did look nice though. Georgia surprisingly always had nice country looking houses. And this was one of them. I went upstairs to my new room and walked over to my bed and satting my bags on the bed and my boxes next to the dresser at the wood part down below my bed. I went back downstairs to help my dad and mom pack the rest of their stuff into their master bedroom. My room was upstairs and my mom and dads were far downstairs. It kinda bothered me but i figured i had to get use to it. My mom took the last bag for her and dad.

"A New Beginning!" she said with a widely smile.

"A New Beginning!" My dad yelled out from upstairs.

I went to close the door leading outside and i saw a boy standing there with blood on his mouth and wrist. He looked awfully familiar. He wore a hospital gown with no socks. He held a knife and went left to right signaling that he was going to slice my skin. Oh my goodness.

I rubbed my eyes and he disappeared from my sight.

"Yep. A New Beginning." i said confused yet frightned a bit.
I should've know spotting that boy was a warning for me. Yet i didn't listen.