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Knocking

      I knocked. Nothing. I knocked again. Still nothing. As I was just about to knock wants more, someone yelled my name, "Dylan?!" I whipped my head around to see someone who must be Chris, my uncle. "I am indeed Dylan" I said as calm as possible considering meeting new people kinda freaked me out.

        "Hello then!" He said excitedly. I wasn't sure why he was excited. 'He is awfully cheery' I had thought to myself, as he started walking towards me with his arms extended. 'Is he going to try to hug me?!' I panicked, though I didn't show it.

           He went to hug me. I ducked and held my hand out to shake his. He shook my hand, then unlocked the door and stepped in. I stood in the porch. He ushered me in.

             I looked around we were in a living room. "Your room is up the steps on the left, and dinner is in a hour" he said pointing to a staircase.

              I walked up the ascending platform. I got into "my" room. And unpacked the little stuff I had brought.

                               . . .

                About 58 minutes later I had walked out into the hallway and looked around. I walked up to the door of what I had guessed to be Chris's room. Once again just as I was about to knock I was stopped. "You can't go into that room, okay?" Although it was sad in a nice tone I could tell he was serious.

                 I nodded silently, and we went down to the dining room.