The world next door

Chapter 1_the beginning_

POV: Sam-

As I stare out at the new house; I soon wonder if all the moving i was forced to do was worth what my parents kept telling me. I was so over the whole spill of “this will be a good start for you” and “ that you will like it here better”. This is what I had been told my whole life right after having to pick up and move all over again. This house in Weatherford was supposed to be the last move. I had heard this before, when we had lived in Saint Monica. This town had something different to offer from the rest of the place we had lived of the 17 years that I have lived. As well as the 15 moves from state to state over the years. While I have loved to see what the new moves take me and the new place I will experience in those said new towns it was over rated. I loved my dad and he’d had done a lot for the military and our family; which that lead to the all the moving. My mom had decided that stay home way going to be the best option for me; with all the change that was going to face come time to time.I didn’t hate her but man now that I was older sometimes it felt as if I did everything for her. Which reminds me that I have to get the last of the boxes out of the truck because god knows moms not going to. I make my way out of the old historic looking house to gather that last of the boxes. I look around at the other house; when something catches my eye. A boy. The boy was cute sort of with curly hair and wide shoulders. For a minute it was as I was paralyzed or in a trance like state when I might the boys eyes . But as soon as I blink it was a the if he had disappeared completely and with that only leaving me with goosebumps. As I gather the last of the boxes I thought back tho the boy and how there was something definitely off about him. Although I could place what was off about him other that he had simple banished from my sight. Maybe it had all been in my head after all it had been a long day. Tomorrow was going to be an even longer one with the start at a new school in all that came with that. However with all that stress that came with the days to follow I couldn’t just sleep out side . I needed a room and a place to put the boxes that I still had in my hands. I walked into the living room or at least what I think is the living room . I placing the boxes down and climb the steps to the up stairs were all the bed rooms are other that the master bed room. Which would never be mine and nor would I want it. The upstairs had 4 bed rooms that had seemed to have there every own personality as well as matching bath room attached to it. After the hard consideration of one of the rooms with the deep purple and light violet walls and the room with the biggest window. The room with the window won and by a long shot. The view from that room was the most breathing taking thing I had seen all day. And that includes the boy that just vanished. Now that was settled I could finally start to make this place mine.