Greendale

What The Devil?

        My eyes are now coming into focus.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" The boy spoke with alarm.

I shake off the sting in my nose as I open my eyes. He was a tall teenage boy, somewhere around 6 foot. He had dark brown hair, he was slim, somewhere around 15 or 16.

"You're good, my fault I wasn't watching where I was going" I let out a pity laugh as I smile up at the small town boy.

He extends a hand.

As he helps me up, I stare at his features. He was utterly basic, he looked straight out of a 1950 halloween movie.

"Uh..hi I'm Harvey, Harvey Kinkle" he hits me with a small town boy smile.

I just tried to steam roll my dads bosses kid, greatttt Lydia.

"Hi" I try to act extra polite so I don't damage his ego, for my father. "I'm Lydia, Lydia Clayton"

"A new face, a hidden look of fear, you're definitely my dads new hires kid, huh?" He lets out a painfully loud laugh.

"Is it that obvious?"
"Yes"
"Oh"

"It's okay, I'm not like a spoiled brat or anything, I won't tell him that you tried to tackle me" he chuckled again.

I rolled my eyes at his basic stereotypical personality "sorry again, Harvey".

"It's all good" he starts to ask me a question but a teenage boy calls him over. "Hey it was nice meeting you, Lydia Clayton. I'll see you at Baxter in a few weeks though, right?"

"Yep" I let out that sad sigh.

He flashes me one more boy next store smile and heads off toward the teenager.

As I head to my car I can't help thinking about the two very different type of personalities I've seen so far in this town, the sweet, corny and the wacky, tacky.

As I pull back onto "Serine" it's around 5 in the evening, traffic was not the hectic rush I'm used to. Many miners were seen dirtied walking on the side of the road and expressionless emptiness radiating from their persons. Something about their expressions made me think of tamed zombies, trapped in the world someone else chose for them.

As I drove past my peculiar neighbors house, gloom leered over the yard.

"The Addams family" I've decided.

As I pull into the driveway I see my mother on the porch speaking to a woman, though the mysterious lady was not facing me, I felt a sense of absence of light.

As I approached the porch slowly the woman turned her back away from me, revealing her features.

"What devil made this woman"