The Pack

Home Alone

Skylar

Four days and my brother Will is going to be here with me, but for now I want to keep my brain away from thinking. I look around my house and decide I will tidy it up. I start by doing the dishes while listening to some music, I then move to cleaning the bathroom and finally vacuuming the floor.

As I'm vacuuming in the lounge room, I glance out the window and see a moving van at the house next door. I forgot that place sold, the old lady Ms Patterson moved into a nursing home and put the house up on the market, A black one tonne ute pulls up behind them a scruffy bearded man hops out of the drivers seat, and a cute tall, skinny boy hopped out of the passenger seat.

I cant really see what they look like from here but the young boy does look cute. They walk up to the moving truck and start helping unload the furniture, they must be the new neighbours. Father and son by the look of it, the boys parents must be separated.

He turns around and see's me staring at him I blush and look away because I just got caught pretty much lurking. I finish in the lounge room , the house completely tidy now, It's only 12am so I decide why not watch some tv as there is nothing else to really do. I sit on the lounge and turn a random show on, I fall asleep halfway through it.

I wake up to banging on the front door, I jumped up and ran to the door, only to realise I'm in my pyjama's still, I look out the peep hole and "Oh, gosh" I whisper under my breathe, I'ts the cute boy from next door only he isn't cute he is really hot. I open up the door and he looks at me and smiles "Hi, I'm Mike, my dad heard that your the only other teenager on this street, so he wanted me to introduce myself to you" He looks me up and down, I must be a mess I haven't done my hair or make up and I'm still in my pyjamas. 

"Hey, sorry I must be a mess. I'm Skylar. Come on in if you like?"

He looks at me and smiles, he walks in and whispered something under his breathe but I couldn't hear him, he must already think I'm a weirdo like everybody else. I close the door and turn around he's looking at the family pictures. "Is this your mum and dad?" I feel the tears coming on so I quickly say "I'll be right back I'll just get changed."

I sprint up the stairs tears streaming down my face now, I quickly put on some black ripped jeans and a Pink Floyd shirt, wipe away my tears, put on some make up and quickly tie my hair up in a pony tail. I race back down stairs, he is now sitting on the lounge watching whatever show was on now. I apologise for keeping him waiting. "So how old are you?" he asks with a cheeky smile, his light brown hair starting to slide out of his beanie "I just turned 17, how about you?" I ask "17" he replies. 

Now we are both silent, I'm so bad at talking to people, everybody at school doesn't like me so I don't bother talking, the only people who put up with me were my parents and my brother. Mike looks at me and smiles "your not a normal girl are you?" He's already thinking I'm strange, next even the neighbour will be picking on me. "What makes you say that?" I ask trying to keep the conversation going.

"Well, most girls like talking a lot, and I mean A LOT!" he chuckles, his laugh so deep and so hot his voice is super deep as well. Oh god, I was staring at his lips he's realised how do I get out of this. "Yeah sorry, not me" I reply to his comment earlier. He looks me up and down again, he is thinking I'm weird no one ever looks me up and down unless there pulling a face or picking on me. 

" I'm sorry, but I should probably head on home, you can come over for dinner if your parents wont mind?" he asks, my eyes starting to tear up again, he sees it and apologises asking if he said something wrong, I shook my head and looked at him "Sorry not tonight, I've just had a rough week" I say to him holding back my tears as well as I can "Oh Okay, well I'll see you around then" He stands up and leaves. I sit there on the lounge crying. I look at the time it's 5pm I can't be bothered cooking, I'll order in a cheese pizza.

I look out to the sky the sun slowly fading away and the moon rising, It's been a whole week since the accident. The moon its full again, the same almost red colour. It looks amazing, I walk to the window the moonlight touching my arm, The half healed scratches on my arm heating right up, I step away and they feel like there on fire, I run too the freezer grabbing a bunch of ice and putting it on my arm, only too look down and see that all my scratches, cuts and bruises are gone. But how?