The neighborhood. The neighborhood was made up of victorian style houses. The cars were normal though. Most of the houses were a tarnished white or gray. All with black roofs. I was so mesmerized by the neighborhood I forgot to look for my house. I stopped my car in front of someone's driveway so I could look for my new address. "Dammit I thought I put that paper right there!?" I was so busy that I hadn't noticed the guy that walked up to my open car window. "Hello." His voice almost made me jump out of my skin. "H-hi?" I stammered. He beamed a smile at me. "You seem a little lost?" My face got super red. "Yeah.. just a little.. I'm new to the neighborhood, just moved here." I explained. "Ohh, so you must be Ivy, right?" "How do you know my name?" "Our neighbors run background checks to make sure that new people aren't dangerous." "Oh, makes sense." "Yup. Well I can give you directions to your house if you have a sheet of paper and a pencil." "Of course! Thank you so much!" I handed him a pencil and a piece of paper. "It's no problem.. here you go. I hope you like it here!" "Thanks again. I hope I will too!" I drove off. Social interaction always drains me of energy. Anyways I drove into the driveway of my house and parked. "Wow..." My mouth was gaping at it. White with a black roof. A little over grown but I can redo the yard and grow mini gardens instead. I slowly got out of my bronco and walked up the driveway. The steps seemed intimidating. My first step sent a tingling sensation up my leg and it overtook my entire body. I gasped. "What was that..?" Instinctively, I hesitated before continuing on climbing up the steps. The door was dark oak and obviously made of real wood. It seemed to have a design deep in the cracks of the aged wood. I searched my flight jacket pockets for my key. It was an odd key, it was made of Iron and seemed indestructible. There were designs of Ivy. "Hmm..." I pondered. "My name is Ivy.." There was also Ivy covering the yard. "It's just like.. like the house was meant for.. for me.."