The New Kid

Chapter 1

I sigh, as I look down at the many moving boxes I still have to move into our new house. I pick up one of the boxes, and as I take a step towards the open front door I begin to sway. Knowing my luck, I, of course, picked up the heaviest box.

"Woah let me help you there buttercup"

I look up to find my Dad holding up the other side of the box.

"You know you're not as strong as you think you are?" He says with a slight laugh.

"Yea...I kinda figured that...I was uhh just trying to test my strengths." I say 

"Really?" He says, raising one eyebrow.

I smile "No."

"Well, you know what they say, everybody has different strengths...and yours, clearly isn't box lifting" He chuckles before taking the box out of my hands and carrying it to the house.

I turn around to see only one box left. I pick it up, thankfully it was light, and carry it back to the house and place it on the kitchen counter. 

"Hey sweetie," My mom says

I turn around and see my mom standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Oh hi, mom." 

"Your father and I were thinking of going into town to pick up some supplies. Did you want to come along?" she said hopefully

"I think im going to stay here and finish unpacking...if that's cool with you?" 

"Oh yeah, it's cool totally cool." 

"Mom, you know you don't have to say cool..twice...in the same sentence," I say

"I was just... ya know trying to be all hip and stuff"

We both look at each other and laugh.

"Anyway" My mom continues "We should go before it gets dark, we will see you in about an hour or so?"

"Ok I'll see you then," I say

"Don't get into any trouble while we are gone," Dad said

I roll my eyes "I won't...I promise"

I hear the door slam and head up to my room. I sigh. "Why are there so many boxes," I say to myself. I glance up to look at one of the windows in my room. I slowly walk towards it being wary of the many boxes that are placed inconveniently around my room. I look out the window to see the view of my new street. Blossom trees line the street, their light pink flowers cascading gracefully down from the branches onto the freshly cut grass. I look to the left and see a tall guy walking down the street. He had mousy brown hair, blue eyes and the most on-point jawline you have ever seen. I stared at him for a while. I stopped as I realise he is staring back at me. I quickly hide behind my curtain to avoid further embarrassment. "Ding dong" The doorbell rings. I immediately run downstairs and open the door. To my surprise, standing on the porch was the guy I had been staring at...

"Uhh c-can I help you," I say nervously

"Yea I saw you staring at me through your window." He says

"Oh I am so, so sorry about that, I just kinda zoned out..im sorry."

"No, no it's fine..happens a lot more than you think" He smiles "Im Mason but most of my friends just call me Mas nice to meet you."

"Um Im Gabbie but my friends call me Gab or Gab-dog, nice to meet you too"

"Gab-dog," he says " I like it" he chuckles lightly "Are you new here... I've never seen you before?"

"Yeah I am, I moved from NewYork... anywho you've probably got better things to do then talk to me."