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"So, what do you think? " My mom asks, waving her hand around.Giving the kitchen, which is where we are right now, a double take, I scroll through my brain for memories of every inch of our new home, so I can have something to say."It's very nice," I finally say, looking at her.Her face falls for a second before her lips curve up into a small smile.She's trying to hide her disappointment, but she is failing miserably." I thought you were fine with us moving, " she says.There is resignation to her tone, as if she has concluded my every thought until now." I am," I respond, moving away from her to take a seat on the barstool." You don't sound like it." She complains.She now leans by the cupboards, with her arms crossed." How else do you want me to express it? Would you like me to run around the neighbourhood naked, shouting out loud about how much I love our new, much bigger, and brighter house? " I ask in amusement." You're not funny." She grumbles while shaking her head, ma

I shouldn't have ran, I know I shouldn't have, but I did. I didn't want to stick around and face my possible killer. I couldn't find it in me to try and copy any of those female book characters, who were curious enough to look and interact with a stranger, in the dark. In a blink of an eye , a tall figure comes into view. I'm too stunned by how fast he appears in front of me , to really take him in. " Oh, not even staying for a chat? Ooh, so disappointing." I don't even get a chance to digest his words when suddenly, I'm picked up by my neck and slammed hard against the wall.I gasp in shock, my air supply being cut short, with the tightening of his hand around my neck. Dark hair, hazel cold eyes and a deep scar on the side of his face, with a sickening smirk, this is who this stranger is. A crazed look comes across his face, convincing me to give in and let him finish me off, no doubt he's intending to.Suddenly he's shoved away from me, where I land on the ground. A touch around

A rough first day I'd initially thought it would be, but the day has gone by rather okay. Well from the first four lessons that flew by and now it's break. Ethan and I only got two classes together in the morning and one after, so we won't get to see much of each other as we thought. Anyway, school hasn't been my top priority today like I believed I would make it, the mystery of this town, that grey eyed stranger and the attack have been what have got my mind wrapped up in deep thoughts.I haven't paid a lot of attention in class, not that I'll miss anything important because everything that has been taught today, is more like revision. I am quite glad that I am far ahead in terms of the topics that are meant to be covered. Walking out of class and entering into the hallway, I try my best to not get shoved and pushed by the many students. I almost do not hear my name being called, with how noisy people around me are. So when I do finally hear and detect the direction of where I'm be

It's dark. It's late out.And I can't sleep. I can't sleep knowing that my mother might have ran into some trouble and that same trouble, landed her in hospital. It worries me more to think that it might be the same kind of trouble that I ran into, not so long ago.The more I think about it though, the more I find myself arguing with myself. The mere thought of being suspicious of my own mother makes me feel bad. Besides, she hasn't even said anything, let alone mention anything to do with the bruise she has. I can't determine that my thoughts are the truth of what happened to her.It's only been a couple of days since we moved to this town and already a lot has taken place. I have encountered warnings and threats from a stranger, who seems like the coldest and intimidating person to meet and have had me witness, the last things I want to witness. Being here hasn't been smooth sailing, when all I needed was a fresh new start, no, a quiet start.I don't want to be paranoid but I thin

TWO WEEKS LATER.....She had given me an answer and maybe one or two more, and yet, I still am not satisfied. Two weeks had passed and my mind can't seem to move away from being curious. We had talked, my mother and I, somewhat, if I can describe it to that extent. Now knowing that she used to live here when she was young, even if it was for a short while, a part of me felt a little saddened that she felt the need to keep this information from me. She has claimed that this town is where she felt most safe for both of us, given one of the reasons we moved, but a big part of me can't help but disagree. It's a little frustrating to not be able to pin point at the real reason as to why I feel a little on edge, about this town being claimed safe. I guess it comes from experience and moving on from those memories, might be a struggle on its own. Two weeks had passed and one of the positive things I'd say, is seeing my mom more at ease and less tense. I keep on reminding her of what the do