• I like to watch people. Well, sometimes. The occasion of me watching them could change when they are fighting or arguing, or they look like a slut. Or both.
    I hate it now. Not because of the people’s behavior, but because of where I am sitting. Grass makes me itchy, and when your wearing a skirt and your legs are stretched out on that gosh darn itchy grass, so uncomfortable!
    Hell, anyway… My name is Chris. Female; 15; hates itchy grass and some more things you’ll find out.
    Currently its at that fantastic brink of winter, were its still fall, but, its just magical the weather. Never to cold, or too hot, its very windy though. A time I enjoy to stare at the endless drape of clouds that glade and move. Then there is the beautiful feel of the nights, and the twinkle of stars make me cry tears of joy.
    Hell, dude, I feel top of the world thinking of it. Top of the world just living in it; being in it.
    So… I rant what I feel, you see.
    I must, need to get back. But, I don’t really want to. (Who does?)
    (******** ******** ********! I need to get some things straight, so you can understand everything. Got to dude! First and for most, I live in some suburb neighborhood were everyone hates you if you walk strange. The houses are all the same, ‘cept for a slight change of paint or roofing. Everyone hates the trailer park kids, and anyone else who cant afford Abercrombie Or Nike. When you get your license, you get a spanking new car(If you live here.) See what I am getting at? Everyone who lives here is snobby snob. Or just act like it in fort of their parents.
    Most perfectly, and the truth, I am nothing of what this suburb teen is supposed to be or act. I wear guy’s band Tees, skirts, boyfriend style jeans, and plaid. I say eff name brands and buy what looks rad. I wear my hair down and long, no bows for me. My eyes are like a cats, my lips are full. And I have some break outs on my face.
    ********, man, I’ll just say it… I hate who I am. I hate where I live. Yet I love life.)
    Today I decided to were a Japanese school girl skirt, and my big brother’s huge Nathan’s High Football sweat Shirt. And my trusty neon green bag which I keep everything in.
    I saw the SOLD sign just a couple of weeks ago, and waited for who (or maybe even what) would –be stupid enough- come move in next door to my family and I. So here I sat on the steep hill the climaxed to my house, and watched mover guys unload crap. I am not patient.
    Finally a nice BMW car pulled in, common sense tells you that’s the family.
    Sure enough, it was. A perfect family of four: A gruff, gentleman of a dad, a neat, dolce mom, then two kids. One seemed 18, so though he was pretty, I couldn’t date him, or flirt. And he seemed just a bit out of my league, too.
    Then him. My age, had to be. Not like his family; he had long blonde hair that lay 3 inches under his shoulders, pulled back behind his eyes. He wore a shirt that had some band I didn’t know. His pants were like capris, and were black and clothe like. His shoes were white high tops. Over his eyes were a pair of those chunky glasses girls wear(White colored).
    My type of guy.
    I immediately stood up, and brushed my butt off just incase there was any grass on there, then flattened the front. Whoa; yeah he was cute! (But in this neighbor hood, he was a geek, and ugly.)
    He stopped, and shifted his book sack on his back and swiftly took his sunglasses off and stared at me for the longest time. I stared back, and slowly we smiled; our smiled grew at the same time it seemed. And we just stood there, a ways apart, then we both began to laugh hysterically in embarrassment, and also in contentment.
    I bit my lip, then ran inside, leaving my sandals and bag behind.
    “What just happened?” I told myself, and slunk slowly down into the front door and sat, my knees up, my arms circled around them. I flipped my hair out of my eyes and my heart raced-
    “What the heck are you doin’ done there?” Demanded Mike, my second oldest brother, who in all his ‘glory’ was in his boxers. No shirt, either.
    “Uhm, sitting.” I told him and got up at the sound of the door knocking, through the blurry glass that lined the door I could see the new neighbor guy. With my things in his hand.
    “Whose that,” He answered suspiciously, approaching hurriedly, “ Butt buddy?” Ugh, I didn’t want mike talking to him. I saw him first, you know?
    “The new neighbor guy-“ But he already pushed me out of the way and opened the door, sharing his glory to the whole world.
    Since my brother being the jock he is, the sight of the new guy made him sneer and smirk.
    “Yeah?” He leaned one arm on the door frame, looking at my stuff in his hands. “Why you have my sister’s crap in your hands?” ********, Mike, be any more shitty? The new guy peered over mike’s large build towards me on the ground, and my glory was showing to the world.
    I pulled down my skirt and clumsy stood up backing a little ways into the entrance of our house.
    “She left it in your yard. Uh, saw her run out, so… you know.” He smiled some more at me, I had to return it.
    Mike looked at him like he was mentally retarded, saying that wasn’t too smooth for him, either. Mike gave him a cheap smile. “Oh, yeah? What the hell you doing in our yard?” The guy arched and cocked his eyebrows, making me more interested. “Retrieving your sister’s stuff. And her name would also
    Be-“
    “Chris.” I piped up, nudging Mike out of my way. I pushed him in the house, and shut the door on his face. Quickly I put on my white string sandals and through my bag at the door.
    “Uh-,” He started, but I grabbed his wrist and ran him off my lawn and down the street.



    I ran him almost out of the neighbor(which is a very long way) to the half a mile of forest. I brought him around the middle.
    “Whats your name?” I asked, we were both lying down, opposite directions, heads close together.
    “I didn’t tell you?”
    “Nope.”
    “Danny. Such a c**t fire name.”
    “I think its cute. Sounds dangerous.”
    “Uh, not really..” He sat up and looked down at me, “Well, it sounds to me, like a sociopaths name. Freaky,” He smiled. I nodded and sat up to, staring at his eyes and smiling.