Junkpile!, chapter 1
On my way home from school, sometime in February, I'm relieved that school's out for the week and now all I have to worry about is a relaxing long weekend. As I walk from the bus stop I see a moving truck pass by and then I remember that my neighbors are moving today. I don't really mind because I never really paid much attention to those neighbors in particular because they didn't have any kids so I had no reason to pay attention to them.
When I get home, I try to see who the new neighbors are but all I see are tubby moving men with huge beer bellies lugging boxes to the house. Disappointed, I trudge inside to clean out my school bag. Every few months I find it necessary to clean out my schoolbag. This clean out was rather uneventful, no paper cuts, no attacks from month old tuna sandwiches or other creepy unknown objects.
The next day, my mother sends me to the post office to mail a letter to my distant grandmother, a really boring task but it does give me a chance to buy some candy or something. On my way outside I see the new neighbors; they caught my attention because firstly I heard a giant 'CRASH!' followed by a woman's voice screaming,
"James Edward Perrier, I told you before, you are not to bring that thing into the house!!!"
"Janet, if it's going in my room its none of your concern!" the one who must have been James replied,
"Just wait till your father gets back!" the woman spoke again saying,
Being the curious fool that I am, I stick around to see how this all turns out and to get a better look at what these people look like. The one called James is about my age, he's sort of emo looking and really hot. He has black hair and he's wearing faded black pants with a punk belt. His blue eyes are gorgeous and his black eyeliner just brings them out even more. Janet on the other hand was a snotty forty-something year old, with frizzy orange hair and a botched tan.
'HEY YOU!' yells James in my direction. ShitI think to myself,
"Yes," I reply smoothly, "I was just wondering if you were in distress, I heard a crashing noise."
"No trouble here" he says.
"My name is Bianca, but you can call me Bibz. Welcome to the neighborhood I guess"
"My name is James, but my friends call me Jimmy."
"So what was it that your mother didn't want in the house?" I ask casually.
"First of all Janet is my step-mother no way she's a blood relative of mine! And the thing she doesn't want in the house is Sassafras."
"Sassafras?"
"Yes Sassafras my pet snake"
Out of nowhere, we hear Janet screech again.
"Sorry, gotta go." He says as he runs back into the house. I then realize I still have to go to the post office before it closes. On my way back home I here an all too familiar tune coming from a guitar. This sound is coming from a window in my new neighbors' house; I've played this tune on guitar so many times before it was the tune of Only of You.
When I get home, I try to see who the new neighbors are but all I see are tubby moving men with huge beer bellies lugging boxes to the house. Disappointed, I trudge inside to clean out my school bag. Every few months I find it necessary to clean out my schoolbag. This clean out was rather uneventful, no paper cuts, no attacks from month old tuna sandwiches or other creepy unknown objects.
The next day, my mother sends me to the post office to mail a letter to my distant grandmother, a really boring task but it does give me a chance to buy some candy or something. On my way outside I see the new neighbors; they caught my attention because firstly I heard a giant 'CRASH!' followed by a woman's voice screaming,
"James Edward Perrier, I told you before, you are not to bring that thing into the house!!!"
"Janet, if it's going in my room its none of your concern!" the one who must have been James replied,
"Just wait till your father gets back!" the woman spoke again saying,
Being the curious fool that I am, I stick around to see how this all turns out and to get a better look at what these people look like. The one called James is about my age, he's sort of emo looking and really hot. He has black hair and he's wearing faded black pants with a punk belt. His blue eyes are gorgeous and his black eyeliner just brings them out even more. Janet on the other hand was a snotty forty-something year old, with frizzy orange hair and a botched tan.
'HEY YOU!' yells James in my direction. ShitI think to myself,
"Yes," I reply smoothly, "I was just wondering if you were in distress, I heard a crashing noise."
"No trouble here" he says.
"My name is Bianca, but you can call me Bibz. Welcome to the neighborhood I guess"
"My name is James, but my friends call me Jimmy."
"So what was it that your mother didn't want in the house?" I ask casually.
"First of all Janet is my step-mother no way she's a blood relative of mine! And the thing she doesn't want in the house is Sassafras."
"Sassafras?"
"Yes Sassafras my pet snake"
Out of nowhere, we hear Janet screech again.
"Sorry, gotta go." He says as he runs back into the house. I then realize I still have to go to the post office before it closes. On my way back home I here an all too familiar tune coming from a guitar. This sound is coming from a window in my new neighbors' house; I've played this tune on guitar so many times before it was the tune of Only of You.
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