Neighbor
Rapunzel
I was sitting on the steps when the moving truck pulled up to the house across the street. I can still remember it quite clearly, though that was seven years ago. I was ten and wearing my favorite shirt, my mom's old Beetles shirt, and my hair was in two braids. I had immediately sprung up and ran inside to tell Mother. Her back was to me and she was cooking dinner already.
"Mom, somebody's moving in across the street," I said. I was excited to meet them.
"That's good."
I wiggled impatiently, "Can I go over and say hello?"
Mother laughed and turned to me, "Wait until the moving truck leaves, then go and say hello."Throughout the afternoon, I waited for the truck to leave. I tired to amuse myself by painting, coloring, singing to my radio/clock, and reading the Harry Potter series. None of that worked. I would keep glancing out the window to try to see people, but the mover's truck blocked the garage.
I finally put away my books and decided to daydream about what they looked like. Maybe a brunette girl just my age who loved painting and reading and singing. We would have sleepovers and would share funny stories about our families. Her little brother would pester us, her mother would be kind and nice to be around, and her daddy would joke with us and make us laugh. We would be best friends forever.
That must have worked, because finally the moving truck pulled away from the house. With a happy yelp, I flipped off my bed, ran down stairs, and into the yard.
"Rapunzel, wait!" I stopped to see Mother following from behind. She was holding a pot of something; from the smell, I guessed hazelnut soup.
We stopped in front of the bright red door and Mother rang the doorbell. I looked at the paint on the house. Where there was not brick, there was mint green pain and the bushes were neatly trimmed. The door swung open to a brunette man in a white shirt and jeans. It looked like he had not shaved in a day or so.
"Hello!" He greeted. "What can I help you with?"
Mother smiled, "My name is Gothel and this is Rapunzel. We saw you moving in and decided to stop by to welcome you to Disneyworks ct." Disneyworks drive is the road we live on. It has eight houses and a night watch officer.
"Well thank you. I have a son named Jack and my name is Manny Frost," My heart sank. No girl to be friends with, to have sleepovers with, and laugh with, and to be best friends. "Hey Jack," Mr. Frost called in. "We have visitors." I heard a pattering of feet and looked around Mr. Frost to see a boy with white hair and blue eyes walk up. He wore a blue sweatshirt and brown pants.
Mr. Frost kneeled down in front of me, "So, your name is Rapunzel?" I nodded and waited for the confusion. "I like it. It has its own uniqueness and diversity." I smiled and mumbled thank you.
Mother spoke, "Rapunzel here is ten and she's about to go into fifth grade! Time flies so fast." Mr. Frost nodded.
"Actually Jack here," the man pushed Jack forward. "Jack is going into fifth grade too. He has been enrolled into Burgess Elementary School."
Mother laughed and said, "How coincidental. Rapunzel too."
Thunder boomed in the distance and dark clouds were rolling in from the north. Mr. Frost looked around, "Why don't you come in before this storm hits. You don't want to get caught in this one." He ushered us in and Mother went for the bar stool and I went to the couch where Jack was. Mr. Frost and Mother talked in the kitchen while Jack and I just stared at each other.
I cleared my throat, "Hi I'm Rapunzel. Your dad is really cool." Jack nodded but stared at the table. I kept talking. "I live across the street and I saw you move in so I waited for the moving truck to leave. Mother and I brought Hazelnut soup and it is great. I hope you like it." Jack nodded again his eyes still on the table. I looked at it and saw a Harry Potter book. "Do you read Harry Potter?" Jack shook his head, "I don't like to read."
I glared, "Reading is a great way to learn." Jack glared back.
"What Goldilocks, afraid of ignorance?" He smirked.
That little brat. How dare he call me Goldilocks! I hate him already, I thought.
"What is your problem?" I asked the white haired boy.
He leaned close, "You." I stood up then and walked out of the house and into the storming streets. I ran across the road and into my house, where it was war and familiar. That kid is such a jerk. I vowed that night that I would never say a kind thing to Jack Frost. The irony is, seven years later, I fell in love with him.
Hey guys. This morning while sitting in church, I daydreamed of this and I was like, "Holy crap I need to type this down". Therefore, I did. Several hours later. I couldn't figure out what to write for Our Little Secret. Therefore, I made this instead. Don't worry I can do both… I think. Moreover, it is short but I decided to leave you hanging because I am evil. Bwa hahahaha.