Emma
Tiredly, I drag my legs up the stairs, weakened by the amount of fish and chip supper I've just consumed with my parents as our 'celebration to Dansville'. Looking back to just a few hours ago I half regret all my worry as since we arrived as it seems lovely, although I still have a achy feeling in my stomach of tangled nerves of this new town and the unexpectedness and unpredictability that comes with it.
I fling open my bedroom door and instead of wondering to my bed like I usually do I slump over to my balcony and my little twinkly garden that sits so gracefully on top. I reach over to the side by the wall to pick up a lighter and flare up the candles that stand ether side. I then place the lighter back down and pick up my new book I've been addicted too and take a seat on the blanket in the leafs around me.
Flinging open the book to the chapter I am next on a begin to read peacefully.
Suddenly I hear a roar from the road in front of the house interrupting me, breaking me away from my novel I was just getting into.
Annoyed, I get up and lean over the railing to see what on earth that was. Glaring down I see a Jet black sports car pulling onto the drive to my right with its humming lingering in the air. It comes to a halt stop and the lights inside reveal a figure I cant make out.
Moments later the figure is revealed and I see a broad shouldered, tall boy hunch out of the car closing the door behind him to then run his fingers though his dark brown hair I can just about see from the darkness illuminating around him.
In one swift movement as he flings his long hair back hair his head spins round to look straight at me, probably noticing the lights in the top of the tree I have put up and the flickering of the flames from the candles.
He just stands and stares like he is studying me from the small amount he can see. Nerves prick at my side with the attention making my hands begin to sweat while I grip more on to the railing making my knuckles turn yellow.
In what it feels like a eternity I give in to my nerves and topple down onto my blanket with a light sequel hiding from the gaze of whoever that may be. I'm not the most confident person when it comes to human interaction other my parents hense why I only had a few friends where I use to live. Its just the thought of letting someone down and hurting there feelings that cautious me and I always feel in not interesting or exiting enough so I stay out of that spotlight and stick to my own little bubble.
Breaking me from my trail of thought, snapping me back to reality, I hear a low echoing laugh bounce off the walls up to me, ringing in my ears. Peaking though the branches I can see the figure moving up and down from the giggling I'm guessing at me and my escape from the gaze. Not to mention my squeal.
Great, Emma.
After a few seconds of staring, still hiding I see the boy go into the house and closing the door behind them, sending a relief signal to my brain like a white flag indicating its clear letting oxygen back into my lungs that I closed off unintentionally.
Wow, first simple interaction with your neighbour and you've embarrassed yourself.
The voice in my head, which has been there for as long as I can remember rings in my ears knowing it is correct.
'fuck...' I mumble to myself.
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The boy next door
Lãng mạnLooking back at my home town passing before my very own eyes, I can feel my life becoming more dimmer, like my body is moving on but my mind is stuck in the only house I knew. Nerves prick every cell in my body, as the unexpected increases in the ai...
