Maverick

Chapter One
The Beginning

It was a late summer evening, the night still crystal clear in my mind. I was ten we just moved into our new house a small little house in the outskirts out NewYork. This would be the seventh time we've moved I never really knew why we moved so much but I never really asked. I could tell something was weird though because every time before we move my mom and dad start asking strange. They both would start looking over there shoulders every time we went somewhere they started calling my inside before the streetlights even turned on. But right after we moved everything would be normal at least up until that night. I was just turned the corner on my street after a football game with some of the neighborhood boys when something didn't feel right. I didn't know what but it made me feel like I shouldn't be here or that I should turn and run for the hills but I just shook it off. As I walked up the porch steps and opens the screen door I froze in my footsteps.