In the Dark

The new neighbor: Scarlette

"Scarlette. Scarlette are you listening to me?"

I pulled out my head phones and sighed.

"Yeah mom I get it. New town, new people, new us."

I chanted. For three hours she dragged on and on about how perfect the new house was going to be and how since the town was small it would be easier to start over.

"Scarlette,this could a new start for you. A new start for all of us."

She placed her hand across my dads shoulder smiling, I almost died at how routine it was.

Every year,she decided that we needed to move and start over and every reason was just as stupid as the one before. We moved for everything and anything. Buy a house online ,we move because its the wrong color. We search for apartments, mom wants to move because its to small. Buy a house that couldn't possibly be wrong for her and we move just because some  magazine test says that the house might have some bad chi or something. I didn't even care to stay to hear why we moved this time.
I starred at my dad with pure hatred. This was mainly his fault. If only he knew how to say no to my mother and I was old enough to have an opinion in this family, maybe would be somewhere worth living by now.
I watched my dad pull into the driveway.
" ah, home" my mom sighed while stepping out of the car. Mentally I prepared my 'we will soon be moving clock' and waited for my mom to give her first  critique that would start the count down until she decided to move again.
"Yeah this is perfect honey" my dad agreed as he reached over to kiss my mom. The entire time she starred  mockingly at the house.
" but what do you think about those windows. Do they look even to you?"

I died of embarrassment. If we leave because of some uneven windows, I promise to die young.
  I watched the movers for some time but then got uninterested after one of them dropped a box.

"Hey watch it some of those have valuables that cost more than your entire retirement plan,"

My mom ran over to the movers with hands on her hips. 

"I'm use to this now,"  I thought "This is my life" 

I sat on the steps of my mothers house and pulled out the only thing that gave me comfort in her controlled world. An ivory green note-book with rubies shaded in my favorite color. It gave me comfort because in it I could do and be anything. Filled with pages and pages of drawings of a world that only I could see. The soft feel of a pen guided along it's white plated paper gave me the motive to fuel my passion that only existed because of the thought of self owned freedom.

After awhile I felt the pressure of my mom pushing on my shoulder.

"Scarlette, Scarlette. I swear you get more and more like your father everyday. Are you even listening to me."

 I instantly closed my book and starred up at my mom.

"Look over there,"

She pointed me in the direction of the house across the street. I sat starring wondrously at it, my creative juices already drawing a mental picture. The roof sat snugged on top of the walls of what looked like a box on wheels. The windows hid themselves behind broken boards as the front door fought to stay apart of the makeshift porch. It all seemed beutiful. Just imagen the history behind such a place. 

But my mother wouldn't care for something like that. There must have been something that i missed, something that would have caught her attention. Sitting on the porch was a boy. He starred at us from across the way, pretending not to be noticed. At first I didnt notice him and I probably never would have. He sat there with eyes up at us, watching hard.

"Well, what do you suppose is wrong with him."

My mother smiled at me. HE looked normal opposed to the all the starring.

"I don't know maybe he lives there."

I tried to push the conversation away, but my mom can never let something like this go away.

"Well, I doubt that. How could any live in that house it hardly looks sustainable."

I starred at my mom. 

"Maybe they like it,"

I looked back at the house. The boy wasn't starring this time but aprt of me could still feel his eyes.

"Well Scar, why don't you go over there and introduce yourself."

"Why should I do that?"

"Because Scar, your a young lady with manners and my daughter which says a lot you know. What would be the crime of going to say hi.

"Fine,"

I got up and decided to go meet the mysterious boy next door. Not because she told me to but because I was really curious, he just seemed to appear out of nowhere.

As soon as I got close enough to his house he just got up and started walking away. What was this? He stares at my family and I and when we bother noticing his exstance he walks away.

"Hey, hey wait up!" 

I yelled at his back and he only stopped in response.

I replyed again noticing his muscular back and wavy long dark hair. He wore a slim white shirt that showed off his figure with dark jeans and ragged shoes. He stould there without turning towards me leaving me to stare gapingly at the back of his head.

"Hey?" 

He replied his voice deep and mysterious. He turned slightly towards me giving me the chance to look into one of his eyes. It resembled a dark shade of brown to the piont of it almost looking black. His hair covered it slightly being overly grown out.

"Hey,"

I stampered yet again trying to decide how to fully approach this guy. I wasnt usually like this, all stappered and wavedered, but something about the way he looked at me just seemed deep.

"Well the names Scarlette and I just moved in across the street. My mom saw you over here and decided that I should introduce myself so, HI again,"

He only smiled as if this was expected