Willow Street

The alarm struck 7 am n caused hullabaloo- ok according to me anyway. Twenty minutes later i don a red baseball cap to complete my outfit then head down for breakfast.

Dad is already down reading the paper upside down. I mumble a greeting but he barely hears it. Once he is involved nothing will distract him not even a gunshot next to his ear-and NO I'm not telling you about that just know it ended up with me and a smarting red tush. He is an enlargement of me- we both have blonde spiky hair, blue eyes set on fairly long faces and dimples on our cheeks. We have killer smiles- and that's the opinion of the countless women we charm. I guess that's what it means to be a Williams. I am Phil Williams.

I have 2 sisters, Leah who is 17 and the eldest. I am 15 and hope to stay that way. Finally Connie at 7. Mom is usually away working for a touring company. Dad is a scientist and hence he has influenced me. If science cant explain neither religion then it does not exist.

I never believed in mythical creatures like fairies, sprites, leprechauns, werewolves, vampires- you name them. Little did i know how much i would be forced to acknowledge them.

Today is 14th Saturday- the turning point. I know you noticed yesterday was 13th Friday. Anyway i finished my pancakes and apple juice then kissed Dad and took my bike.

It was 10 am and the street was full of teenagers. I live on Willow Street- yes there were willows in every compound. This suburb with the big white maisonettes valued the trees highly. Mrs. Summers waved at me as i rode by. I smiled back and rode to Samantha Winters place. Sam was my bff around. She was 2 inches shorter than me but stunningly beautiful. She also had blue eyes but she was black haired. We were both newcomers to Willow Street though we had a 3 year headstart. We were from Philadelphia in Pennsylvania but Dad was transferred here. Everyone except the Williams and the Winters were natives.