The House Next Door

What are we getting into?

     The days were going by fast, and each day was getting weirder and weirder. With the house, the town, and mom and dad especially. They were getting suspicious because they knew we were up to something.
        We were always walking to the store and asking them can we explore the neighborhood. And when dad taught me how to drive, we were sneaking off in the next town in the car.

         We were actually walking around the neighborhood to ask them about the house next door to us. Everyone told us not to go in that house and try to convince our parents to leave. They asked us for their numbers, but we just gave them our famous excuse. And that is we already told them and we're in the process if moving now.

   Randy and Ryan we're getting scared when everyone told us not go in there. For the first time in forever, I didn't get scared. I just wanted whatever's messing with us to stop. I had to tell them that those people are old and have all-timers.
     O yeah, speaking of those people they talk really slow and look as if they should be in the walking dead. And they dressed as if they were in the movie "The Help".

     But anyways I'm going to fastforward to the day before mom and dad left.

                           Friday
             "Hey Rach, mom and I were thinking and since you've been acting really nice and responsible for the last week, and you proven to us that you're a good and responsible driver, we're going to buy you a temporary car for while we're gone." Dad said.

   "Thank you daddy!" As I hugged him.

        "You're very welcome princess, but no driving to far away places, just to some restaurants up the street and back. Maybe around the neighborhood for practice if you like."

             "Ok, thanks dad what's my price range and is mom and the boys coming."

    "No just me and you, mom has to buy a dress for the captain's dinner and Ryan and Randy wants a flying drone or something. Your price range is umm... 25- 30 thousand."

        "Aww, thanks dad. That amount is like more than enough." As I laughs.

               "So you want me to bring it down." He sounds serious and playful at the same time, I don't know which, so just to be on the safe side I say no.

      No sir, Mr. President sir!"
  Then I march to the car as if I was in a marching band or military or army or something.

         When we got there, we looked around for a little bit. We didn't go to a really expensive dealership like mom and dad did, considering I'm not even sixteen yet. Then, I saw a beautiful black car. And it was in my price range, and it was a pretty decent name. The name wasn't too high like my parents and not too low like people in my old neighborhood. It was just perfect. The name of my perfect car was a Jaguar. It was 27 thousand, so that was good.

   When we went in to do some paperwork, dad didn't tell the lady that the car was for me, or how old I was. He just told me don't really say anything and if she asks you, just say you're sixteen. And if she asks for your license or something personal like that, just say that you left them at home. Luckily she didn't, that's a relief.
             The paperwork didn't take long at all. When we got done, we waited until the lady that did the paper work with went inside, for she won't see me driving. Even though that day I looked like I was sixteen. But just to be on the safe side. I drove home and by time we got back, mom and the boys were there.

          "Hey, mom!"

   "Hey Rach, did you get your new car?"

          "Yeah, didn't you see me pull up in it?"