Sam's POV
I lifted up the box, which felt like our car or something similar in weight was stuffed in there. The box was almost bigger than I was, and it almost knocked me to the ground. I could feel a growth spurt coming on, so maybe I wouldn't always be such a shrimp. Well anyways, as I staggered to my new front door, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a blonde boy hiding in a bush on our property. He looked like he was giggling.
This got me all fired up, probably because I knew I was struggling a bit under the box, and I felt like the stranger was laughing at me. I debated setting down the box and chasing him away, but then my older brother Dean walked out of the big moving van, and started walking towards me. Dean was going through this phase that whenever we went to a new school, he'd give me this talk about how if anybody bothered me, just come running to him like I was some damsel in distress and needed saving.
"Listen, Sammy-" he started, before I cut him off.
"It's Sam. Not Sammy. I'm not a little kid anymore, Dean, I'm in high school, same as you."
He smiled, and I think I might have heard him chuckle, like I was just some little kid that thought he was some sort of grown up now, but I wasn't. "Anyways, Sam, I was just wondering if you needed a map of the school now that you're the big man on campus?"
"Don't mock me, Dean. I can figure out where everything is."
"Okay, okay, I get it, moving isn't your slice of pie, but-"
"Is there anything actually important that you'd like to say, or am I going to have to sit through another 'new school, don't let the bullies beat you up' talk?"
I could almost see Dean biting back the sarcastic comment that he was so obviously itching to yell at me. Dean knew not to test me today, because today was the anniversary of the day my mom died in a house fire. I was always a little touchy on this day, November 2nd, on top of the fact that today we left our previous home in Lawrence, Kansas. We were in a military family, and always had been, moving all over the place, never staying anywhere more than a year. But we were stationed in my hometown for almost that amount of time, and I was hoping that we'd be able to stay, but obviously the dice don't really ever roll my way.
"Okay, okay. When you're finished with that box, the game's on, Broncos vs Steelers. Supposed to get pretty heated." Dean raised his hands and started walking away.
"Yeah, okay." When he was finally gone, I carried on trying to stay up underneath the box. Suddenly, I felt something hard hit me in the back of the neck. I dropped the box and heard something inside of it crash, but I didn't care. I turned on my heel just in time for another rock to hit me square in the forehead.
The rocks had come from our bush, and the boy hiding inside of it. I could see him clearly now, and saw that he had a slingshot in his hand, which is what he had used to send those two rocks at me. My best bitch face came on, and I started running towards him, saying, "You little-"
"Shit!" He finished, rolling to the other side of the bush and starting to sprint away. I hurtled over the bush, chasing him. I was faster than him, and I was about to catch him when he randomly dove into some neighbor's doggie door. I ended up running into the house, not prepared for the sudden change in direction. I heard giggling from inside, and I figured it was the kid's house. There was a car in the front, so I figured some driver must have been home and could get him in trouble. I thought about busting down his door and beating the living hell out of him, but then I figured if I got him grounded, I wouldn't be.
I rang the doorbell, and patiently waited for somebody to come to the door. Eventually, I started hearing what I can only assume to be the boy with the slingshot. "No, Cas, don't get the door, it's not important, if we leave it alone long enough, it'll probably go away . . ."
"Gabriel if this is a neighbor complaining about you again, I swear . . ." Another boy, but this one closer to Dean's age, opened the door. "Hello?" He didn't smile, or do anything friendly. He did open the door all of the way, revealing the boy I chased, who was actually a lot bigger than I thought his fleeing form to be.
"Hi," I said sweetly, putting on a smile. My clear baby skin and regrettable hight gave me an enormous advantage in situations like these. "My name is Sam, I just moved in across the street over there, and while I was moving a box, two rocks where sling-shotted at me, and I was wondering if you had seen the boy who did it. He was about this tall" I held up my hand "and had blonde hair." I made sure to not look at the boy I was describing.
Who I assumed was Cas sighed, and behind him, the "Gabriel" fellow glared at me. I pretended like I had just noticed him for the first time and said, "Oh! There he is!"
"Gabriel, apologize to Sam. That is no way to treat new neighbors," said Cas.
When Gabriel stepped forward towards me, I saw that he towered over me, standing at least four inches taller. Still, that only put him at average height for our age. He stuck out his hand and said in a bored tone, "Sorry for launching rocks at you."
I crinkled my eyebrows but still shook his hand. While we shook hands, he made eye contact with me and started gripping my hand tightly, so tight that it hurt. In return, I squeezed his hand as hard as I could, and succeed at making him wince. I gave a slight smile at him, because I knew that I had won.
"That's alright, Gabriel," I said sweetly. "Now I really must go, we still have some unpacking to do." I walked off, down one door and across the street to my new home.
