The Lost Boys Or The Lost girl?

Santa Carla

The wind blew my blonde mid shouldered hair back as I looked out the window of my moms Toyota Camry. The ocean air hit me directly in the face. I've never been a big fan of water and I have the slightest idea why. My mom pulled into a gas station and looked at me "I am filling up on gas so if you need a restroom break or a snack then c'mon." I sighed and took my seat belt off stepping out of the car fixing my shorts. I had headphones in my ears to say the least music was my escape. I looked around as people as bicycles were stopping and staring at me. Was it obvious I wasn't from here? I walked in the store and looked at the different Chex mixes. I looked up as a couple missing people flyers were stapled onto a bulletin board. The lady stapling up more was about in her mid 40s with strands of gray hair throughout her brown hair. "Psst hey do you know any of these people?" She asked me quietly. I pulled looked at them once again and shook my head "No I don't. I'm actually not from here." The lady studied me "I should have been able to guess by your attire." I looked down at my mid thigh shorts and tank top "M-my attire?" The lady nodded "You're an outcast aren't ya? Where ya from?" I brushed my hair back wit my fingers "New York." The lady nodded.

I picked up some Chex mix and took it to the counter and let my mom pay so we could get to our new house. As my mom was paying I noticed a lot of magazines and comics on the shelves talking about vampires. The cash register dinged and the cashier handed us our bag. I walked out and looked around. So many people ride bicycles or skateboard around here. I haven't rode a bicycle in years and I couldn't skateboard if my life depended on it. I got back in the car and opened my Chex mix. On the way to our new house I began to realize how strange the surroundings of Santa Carla really are. I mean there's a shit ton of missing people flyers I mean more than you'd see anywhere else. People on skateboards and bicycles instead of cars and the attire they wore here was almost completely opposite of what I wore. I got out of the car and grabbed a big box of mine and hauled it upstairs into my room setting it on the floor. I tried to open the bedroom closet, but it was jammed. I kept pulling until it opened revealing graffiti all over the closet walls and symbols I have never seen before. Was this house a hideout before? I studied the unique symbols until I realized I had more boxes to unload. I walked downstairs grabbing more boxes "Hey mom my bedroom closet walls has graffiti and weird symbols all over the inside." My mom pulled her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her face "Well some kids probably hung out here and damaged some of the internal property you know teenagers dear." I sighed. "Yeah I know teenagers I am one, but those symbols weren't of any I have ever seen anywhere not even on the sides of trains in New York." My mom rolled her eyes "We'll talk about this later we have unpacking to do. At nightfall I wanna take a walk on the boardwalk to see if they have any available job openings so let's finish." I nodded and continued helping my mom. I'm already getting a weird feeling about this place.