Hey everyone (well if anyone is reading this... idk) well this is my first fanfiction! I love super 8 and was quite sad that there weren't more fanfictions about it here :'(

anyhoo, i hope you like my story. And I realize now that there may be another fanfiction with an OC named Leah, so sorry! i swear i didn't take you're character.

please read!

Leah sat stiffly on the couch, feeling extremely awkward. She had just moved from California, leaving it's sun, sand and ocean for small-town Lillian, North Carolina, with it's, well, small-townness. And now she was on her neighbors couch, just a week into living here, because a lady, her mom's old childhood friend, had died. Of course Leah felt sympathy for whoever was connected to her, but because Leah didn't know her, she didn't feel too sad.

Leah wasn't used to being alone. Back in California, everywhere Leah had gone, one of her friends had been with her.

She crossed her legs, smoothing her short black mourning dress and adjusting her heels, which were really killing her feet. She looked around for her mother, hoping that they could leave soon, but she didn't see her, and she didn't want to go find her and ask to leave, because that would be rude.

A group of boys suddenly moved in, standing at the table that was a bit off to the right of Leah. She glanced at them, interested – they looked her age, but she didn't think that they even noticed her. They were staring out the window, where Leah noticed another boy was sitting on a swing.

Leah, with nothing else to do, listening to their soft conversation. She wasn't sure who was talking, because their backs were too her, but they all seemed to definetly be friends.

"I bet he won't want to do my movie now," one boy said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…the walking dead…"

"His mom isn't a zombie!"

"Yeah, but she's dead, shit head!"

"Guys, do you wonder what they put in the coffin?"

"Ew! No! I'm eating macaroni salad!"

"How can you eat right now?"

"Crushed by a steel beam… those things weigh a ton, literally."

"Try a turkey roll, you'll see."

They paused, going silent. One boy, who was noticeably shorter than the others, with shaggy blonde hair, grabbed something off the table.

"These turkey rolls are pretty good."

"Told you."

Leah was about to get up and introduce herself – why not? – when a loud commotion distracted her, as well as the four boys.

"Get out. Get out!"

"Jack, please, I just want to-"

The voice was cut off as Leah watched a man, who's eyes were hardened with hatred and sadness, push another man, with greasy long blonde hair and sideburns out the door. Leah noticed with interest that his hands were handcuffed behind his back. What had happened?

"Joe, I'll be back," Leah heard the voice, fainter now, call outside. The boy on the swing looked up, not saying anything, as a police cruiser pulled away.

Leah stood up as the boys wandered towards a window, their murmurs indistinctive now. Leah checked a clock on the wall – she had been here for half an hour, and hadn't talked to anyone except for a few adults that her mom had introduced her too. She decided that it was time to leave. Besides, her house was on this neighborhood. She could easily walk home.

She reached for the door, about to pull it open, when something stopped her.

"Hey, that's the new girl, right?"

"Oh yeah! What's her name?"

""Um, Leah, I think."

"Should we say hi?"

"No, it looks like she's leaving now."

"I don't care, she sits next to me in biology. Leah! Leah, hi!"

Leah bit her lip, suppressing a smile, and spun on her heel, facing the four boys. The boy who had said hi to her, Charles, was her partner in biology.

"Hi Charles," she said, glancing at the other three boys. She had recognized them, but not well enough to match their faces to their names.

"Oh, um, guys, this is Leah. Leah, this is Preston, Cary and Martin." The boys smiled and mumbled hi. Leah did the same.

"Oh, and outside is Joe," Charles added.

The boy named Cary, who was the shortest of them all, leaned in. "His mom died." The way his eyes lit up – not nesecairly in an excited way, just a…strange way – made Leah feel wary of him. He was anxiously drumming his fingers, tapping his feet – he just couldn't stay still.

Leah wasn't sure how to respond to that. "That's terrible." She decided on. The boys just nodded.

"Leah? Honey? Where are you?" Leah turned around, and saw her mother pushing her way through the crowd, looking for her.

"Right here!" Leah called back, and her mother stopped infront of her.

"We're going," she said. Then she noticed the boys. "Oh, hell boys. I'm Mrs. Anderson, Leah's mom."

The boys chorused hellos. Leah's mom turned to Leah. "Come on, time to go." She headed towards the door, and Leah followed.

"Bye!" Charles said, while the others waved. Leah smiled.

"See you around!" She said before following her mother.