The Boy At The End Of The Street

This not my definition of a romance or death trap, however I can simply say that I just began understanding the neighborhood I've just moved in. To the very end of my street, there guarding its treseaure, was a black, creepy gate, 12ft to be exact and through that gate you can see an old manor on a hill, after a dark and thick isle of trees. Rumors have taught me that the popular soccer player at school lives there. No one has been in the manor as rumors explained because of it unwanting appearance and the player's rule "no one is allowed unless my parents approve." The weird part that bothers the student body is the fact that no one has ever seen his folks.