I walked to the stairs to check out the noise, thinking I was maybe just hearing things. I bent my head down to take a look. I looked around a bit, it was nothing but dark and quiet. I stood up to go back to my room. I've never been much of a scary person, maybe it's just an illusion. I lay back down and closed my eyes, I felt uncomfortable so I turned over. I opened my eyes for just a second when I saw a large dark figure standing right in front of me. I shot up, and the impact of fear shot through me. I looked again and it was gone. I woke up the next day to see the movers coming in, there carrying in all our furniture. I guess it's nice to see something familiar. I got ready for school and headed to the car. Mom was already waiting there.
"I think this house will be a good start in this new town," said mom
Mom's very idealistic, and a bit of a novice. I'm sure the house will be nice when mom's done with it. When we pulled into school I could already tell that this was going to be a gruesome year. The building looked very old and eroded. The walls had long vines and large trees on both sides of the entrance. I used to talk bad about my old school, but that was better than this. Am I a hypocrite? I wandered the halls with my schedule in hand looking for my locker. This school is really old, I thought. The school probably doesn't have a lot of endorsements. I opened my locker and put away my jacket, it's very hot in this school. My first class is history, my least favorite class. I walked into the room and sat in the seat closest to the window. There are about six kids in here implying that they were waiting for the rest of the class. Shortly after, the room was filled with about twenty people. I feel this year won't be much of an obstacle.