Finding the way out

Chapter two

Kayla's POV

As Lydia and I were walking together. I got this strange vibe of sadness. I was quite happy to meet her. Did she not like me or something. If not I'm fine with that

I didn't know how to start the conversation so I randomly said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Where did you live before you moved here."

She stared at me blankly for a couple seconds then looked at the ground sadly.

"I used to live in the city with both of my parents." She responded quietly.

"Both?" I asked.

She looked out at the woods dark woods sadly. "Never mind," she reasoned.

I knew I had just said the wrong thing. This was going to make her hate me more I just knew it would.

"So," she started, "How long have you lived here in this small town?"

I didn't expect her to say that. I didn't have the answer processed in my mind at that time. I waited a couple minutes to get the answer in my head.

"Well, I moved here from a large city in Chicago when I was 5. Than mom decided that it would be better if we moved to a quiet town here in Arizona so I didn't have to deal with all the noise and the pollution." I answered.

She stared at me with her sad, ocean blue eyes. I hated it when people are sad. Normally I would hug them and tell them and tell them everything is going to be okay. In this moment I haven't even known her for five minutes and don't know what she wants to hear.

I was thinking of some nice questions I could ask her. There were so many in my head but I didn't want it to turn out rude. That's sometimes how I am. I think it in my head but them I say it and hell breaks lose. I finally got the right question in my head to ask her

"Do you like it here in this small town?"

She looked at me blankly. I thinking she was picking and choosing the right words.

"I say it's too quiet here. I have lived in the city my whole life. So moving to a small, quiet town in a huge change for me. One of the only thing I like about here is the fresh air at night. In the city it always smelled like trash and car oil. Here it's the smell of trees." She said, "also in the city, there was always light shining in my room so if I needed to get up and get something to drink I didn't run into any walls. Here it's the moonlight that gives me the light to see. I would have to turn on my light which make us the only house that has there lights on."

I guess she really didn't like it here if she complains about it that much. Sure she just moved from a large city where she has lived her whole life, but what could be wrong with the quiet. Nothing where people can bother you. I thought of the words I could say next. I didn't want to offend her or anything.

"Wow," I started, "moving here must be hard, I wouldn't imagine walking in your shoes. I could never handle anything like that"

I really didn't want to say that. I wanted to say what was really on my mind. I think she complains a lot about this town. I don't know why. I get that she's use to a large city with a lit of people but at least enjoy the fact you have a roof over your head.

A couple minutes later she turns away from me looking at her stone grey house. There where windows that stuck out of the house they lead into the kitchen. I started to here sniffling.

"Is everything ok?" I asked naturally.

She looked at me with her icey blue eyes. She still looked really upset.

"Yeah," She responded quietly, "everything's great, I hope school goes great tomorrow."

I looked at her. Did she just change the subject on me. I thought to myself. I normally hate it when people change things. I hate change in general. But she's the new girl and probably has a lot going on in her life she doesn't want to tell me.

We start walking back to the house when I hear a phone go off again. I looked over at Lydia and she has her phone in her hand. She hits the red button and puts the phone back in her pocket.

She sighed, "The same unknown number."

As I was still looking over at her, her phone starts ringing again. This time, she picked it up and answers the number.

"Hello?.......... Um, Hello?........................" She hung the phone up and put it back in her pocket. "Just a stupid prank call." She said.

I had heard there was heaving breathing on the other end.

"Oh wow," I responded, "Any idea what the number was?"

"Yeah," She's says pulling her phone out again, "The number is 928-555-9762."

I looked at her in shock. Normally numbers that are real don't have 555 as the starting number in them, but the area code is 928 which is flagstaff which is where we live.

This makes no sense I thought to myself How could she have answered if it's not a real number.

I shrugged and continued walking to the house with her. She didn't even look like she cared about the whole thing. Maybe she's just used to it or doesn't know that 555 isn't a real number.

As we got back to the house, Tasha was still talking to my mom. They were talking about how the school is and how Lydia might fit in with the people. They were also talking about that she's really quiet because her dad died a couple weeks ago and things have been so hard.

After they were talking about Lydia's dad, they started talking about mine. They were saying that he died in the war years ago and they thought it would be better if they moved to a small, quiet place where there was barely any drama and chaos.

I felt my heart sink. I didn't expect her to say anything like that. I didn't know that all these years she had lied to me. I felt tears in my eyes start to well up. I didn't want to cry in front of Lidia. I didn't want her to think I was a freak.

"Uh," Lydia started, "Do you want to go to my room?"

"Yeah," I answered, "that would be great."

hope you guys enjoyed this chapter Sorry it's a shorter than the last chapter.