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Welcome To the Hole

I couldn't take it in New York anymore. None of us could. It was loud. School was awful. The amount of bullying and crap that went on in the hallways was awful. The things that happened there. The things that happened to me were the worst.
But that's another story.
"Maya! Maya, look, it's a water tower!" Riley called from the backseat. I drove, while Riley and Farkle sat in the backseat together with their fingers laced over Farkle's knee.
I drove past a sign:
Welcome to Taylorsville, Kentucky!
"Hey, guys, welcome to the hole!" I said  sarcastically, "The tiniest little hoe-down farm-land hahur hahur in the uner-verse!" I said in my country accent.
Riley rolled her eyes, "Maya, you promised you would make the best of this! It's better than New York. No one knows us here! It's full of possibility!"

"You're right, Riles. It's better than New York." I said.

"How far from the house are we?" Farkle asked.

"Well," I said, "This town is about a thirty-minute drive from end to end, so we should be here in about..." I pulled into the driveway, "Zero seconds."

I shut off the ignition and Riley jumped out of the car, with Farkle following close behind. 

The house was three stories- well, two stories and an attic. The outside was painted grey, and it had a red front door. There was only one house other than ours, and it was very, very close. I doubted I could even fit in the space between the two houses. Riley was skipping ahead of us. I tossed her the keys and she banged into the house, with Farkle and I following behind her.

The staircase was off to the left, and the living room was to the right. The kitchen was straight in front of us. Riley and I ran up the stairs. Upstairs, there were four bedrooms and a bathroom. Riley and Farkle's room was down the hall from mine. We hadn't decorated just yet, and all of our stuff was still in boxes. 

My room had the ugliest orange walls that I was going to paint. I was going to paint them a tan color; I was going for a comfortable cabin-in-the-woods kind of feel. It had a fireplace along one wall, and my bed was along another. Then I had a window above my bed and two windows, one on either side of the fireplace. The window above my bed lined up with the window in the house opposite us. I could see straight into another bedroom. I looked curiously into the room, which had a messy bed and laundry all over the floor.

A boy, around my age, with brown-blond hair and bright green eyes, was in the bedroom. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and he had one hell of a six pack. He was pacing back and forth, with an anxious look on his face. He looked up at me. 

My first instinct was to jerk my head down, but I resisted the urge. I waved to him.

He got this look on his face. He looked terrified, and angry. It was the scariest expression I had ever seen on anyone's face. He stomped across the room, and I thought he was going to jump into my room, there was only a foot of space between our windows. He could've stepped in my room if he wanted to. But then, he just ripped the curtains closed so I couldn't see into his room.

Scared and a little concerned, I shut the window and tugged the blinds shut.

"Maya! Are you okay?" I heard Riley call from her room.

"Yeah," I called back. 

I sat down on my bed.

What would make a guy as muscular as him afraid of me?

What did I do to make him so angry?