My town is weird

A new town.

We'd just unpacked our van and dumped the boxes in the living room of our new house when the doorbell rang.

"A visitor already?" My mum chuckled in surprise.

"I'll get it." I walked and they ring again, and again,

"Wow, okay! calm down!" I opened the door to find a slim boy looking at me. Is blue eyes twinkled despite the low amount of light. 

"Hi, I'm... Um, eh I'll come back later you only just finished  getting your stuff out the van and I know how tired you all are. Goodbye!" He turned and scurried away the wind flowing through his midnight black hair. I closed the door, turned on my heel and waddled back and dumped myself on top of one of the boxes.

"Who was it?" My dad asked.

I tucked some Brown hair behind my ear, "Well, I'm not sure." I mumbled "But he talked very fast!"

"Well, share what this boy look like." Dad said.

"Well..." I started in a shy voice, "He had black hair, blue eyes and he was wearing a blue t~shirt and Jeans."

"Oh sounds like a boy from a fairy tale!" My little sister fluttered.

"Oh shut up, Harri." I sighed.

Then my older brother perked up: "Why? Do you have a crush on him or something?"

"No!" I growled, that was true. I mean I didn't even know his name, or if he was nice. "I need to get some air." I swiftly walked out and slammed  the front door behind me. At the top of the road, there was a brick wall that would shade me from the  winter wind. I closed my eyes and imagined lying on the beach, the sound of waves crashing  into the boulders. As well as the surprisingly relaxing sensation of rounded stones pressing into my back. I felt I could fall asleep when I was startled by a snobbish voice, 

"Who are you?" It was a girl, I opened my eyes. "I've never seen you before."

I blinked and stood up, she was taller than me.

I stuttered when I had found the words to say, "I~ um, I'm Lucy, I'm well..." I trailed off.

"Lucy eh?" She smirked "Oh, darling! You must be  new!"

She put an arm around me, the hold was loose it was obvious she didn't want to be so close. Her hair was long, black and slick, it was drooped over her shoulder like the way Romans wore their robes. She had bright green eyes, "So, you know my name, What's yours?" I stumbled.

"I'm Irene Adler." She stated clearly.

"Who is this then?" I feel someone playing with my hair. I moved my muddy brown eyes in the direction of the voice. Nothing. Nor to my left where I could feel the cold seeping through Irene's cream blouse still. It was then I noticed it was pitching dark. Dark. DARK! I was afraid if the dark. I shook a bit and took deep breaths of the musty air. It was rotten... A cellar? It must have been.