This is my first Jurassic World fanfiction. I only saw the movie once, but I've read many JW fanfictions since I saw the movie. I've also written fanfictions before, but enough about me! This is set in modern day since I don't know how to write any other time period.
11 year old Claire Dearing stared out her bedroom window curiously. A moving truck had arrived next door which meant (obviously) that someone was moving in. The house next door had been empty since Claire moved in, which was ten-ish years ago? The house's price had gone down significantly over the years, which made sense, because the house was falling apart. The grass hadn't been cut in years, windows were either cracked or missing huge chunks, the wooden steps were rotting and many shingles were missing from the roof.
A woman got of a beat up 2006 Toyota Corolla (Claire knew this because she had picked up a book about cars from the library down the street last summer.) that was parked next to the moving van and started walking towards the back of the moving van.
A boy around Claire's age got out of the car. He was holding a toy in his hand and wearing a pair of orange headphones. The toy, upon closer inspection, was a stuffed raptor. It looked like he must have had it for years because of how beat up and worn down it looked. Claire's icy blue eyes quickly darted to her purple unicorn plushie lying on her bed and then back to the window. The boy then seemed to glance at her window, but Claire couldn't be certain.
"Owen! Come help me with these books sweetie!" The boy, Owen, ran up to help his mother. He grabbed a box that looked way too heavy for a kid his age to handle, and, indeed it was. He stumbled forward, then backward, then onto his butt, causing Claire to giggle.
"Trade ya." His mother said, giving him a much lighter box with the words 'Dinos' written on it in red crayon. Owen looked quite embarrassed with himself. He dusted off his butt adjusted his headphones and picked up the box, as he followed his mother into the house.
"Karen! Claire! Come down here please!" Claire's mother yelled from the kitchen. Claire sighed, walking down the stairs. Her room was in what used to be a storage room, but Claire didn't care. Her parents had moved her there after deciding that Karen needed her own room. The room was the
highest point in the house, and looked sort of like a tower from the outside. Karen was already in the kitchen when Claire got down there.
"Come on, mom said we need to help the new neighbors." Karen said leading the way out the front door (which desperately needed a new coat of paint, Claire thought).
Their mother was already talking to Owen's mom. Now that she was closer, Claire could study Owen closer. His ripped up dirty shoes, the worn out headphones, the small moving truck, the worn shorts, and the old car, seemed like clear signs the family didn't have a lot of money. Not that anyone in this neighborhood had a lot of mother anyway, including Claire's. No siblings were around, which meant that he probably was an only child. No father looking figure was around, causing Claire to believe he was either at work, divorced, or dead.
Owen's brown hair looked liked it hadn't been washed in a few days. And his green eyes seemed to be looking into a another dimension.
"Claire" her mother said, "this Owen Grady."
"Owen this Karen and Claire Dearing." said Owen's mom.
Owen and Claire locked eyes and from that day on, Claire's life was forever changed. Even if she didn't know it yet.
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