Chapter 4: That Goth Girl
Sometime right after Thanksgiving, our next door neighbors did a flit. That is, they left in the middle of the night to avoid paying the rent. We live on a decent enough street of small, mostly two-story homes, but they’re cheaply made, and it’s hard to find something for a family that’s not in a bad neighborhood. So it was only a week later when a new family moved in.
There were the parents, an elderly uncle or something, and the girl. The girl was about my age and even rode the same school bus as me. I smiled at her as we waited for it with the other kids, snow falling around us, real winter yet to come. I thought of her as “That Goth Girl.” We were both pretty shy and of course I was always thinking of Jamison; so we didn’t talk. Nobody did; we all ignored ea
