*Brittany's POV*
It was quite a sunny day as I drove in my grey 2016 Ford F-150 crew-cab pickup truck, heading for Springwood, Ohio. My iPod was plugged into the car radio, playing September by Daughtry, the type of band that most people think most seventeen-year old girls wouldn't listen to, but more so middle-aged rock music. It gave me a wave of thoughts about missing Cleveland.
It was kind of funny thinking about the memories I had in Cleveland. It was the bigger city that I had known and loved, hilariously enough. Despite this, I never saw myself as a city type of girl.
I've seen the outcomes with a lot of girls named Brittany, and only a sliver of them actually matched me. They ended up being the blonde types that were perky, flirty, and well, kinda over the top. In ways, it was amusing. On the other hand, it made me feel awkward that I wasn't even close to their levels.
I, on the other hand, ended up with curly, dirty blonde hair (which almost looked brown) and green eyes almost at an emerald color. I was possibly one of the more quiet kids in the scene. It was mostly because when I was a kid, most of the kids would call me "witchy Brittany" which never bothered me. Because of this, most people didn't really liked how I looked. I would always let out quiet giggles over their words which only did enough to make me feel like I could strive enough on my own at school.
I was far more artistic and creative. Painting, writing, and singing were my top specialty talents. Academic wise, English was my best subject, even though overall, I was a good student with mostly decent grades.
I didn't believe in the paranormal nor the supernatural nor even anything scary even though I wrote so many stories about anything scary, supernatural, or even fantasy. I was sure none of that even existed.
Hell, I would sit through a horror story or a movie, be scared of them, but still not believe that shit was real. Maybe I was just a little strange to some people. Even my family thought I was a little odd but they knew that was what set me apart from them.
I didn't mind moving to Springwood, although I would miss my friends in Cleveland. Thankfully, I had gotten their numbers days before we moved.
My parents, Elliot and Darla, were already at the new house in Springwood, they had already texted me the address: 1428 Elm Street.
I've watched A Nightmare On Elm Street for far too many times to even further my convincing self that it was all a stupid story. Sure, that shit would scare me but I was sure it was just a story.
I just smirked at the thought as I ran my finger through my hair, another round of thoughts came waving in. Unsurprisingly, it was thoughts about my own hair. Sure, I didn't mind the curls, although, it was a pain in the ass to brush. The blonde was too dark that I even considered a color perm, being brown. Some people found it hard to believe that I was a blonde at all.
The thought amused me, causing me to let out a laugh. Sometimes, I laughed at my own thoughts but I was never questioned over it.
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone rang, which was connected to the truck's Bluetooth. I knew it was Mom so I answered the call through the truck.
Goddamn, thank god for Bluetooth. I always hated answering the phone when I was driving. Holding it to my ear was a hell to the no idea in my mind.
"Hey Mommy," I greeted politely.
"Hey Brittany," she replied. "I just called your twin brother Beau and he said that he's fifteen minutes away. How far away are you from here?"
I quickly checked my GPS while trying to keep my eyes on the road. It read: 17 mins.
"I'm seventeen minutes away," I answered.
I was surprised that I had been driving for quite a while. Not that I was totally complaining about driving for a while. I didn't mind driving for a while, although being in one space for far too long drove me a little crazy.
"Oh that's good," Mom replied. "You're not too far behind from him. He's been dying to see you again."
I just smiled. Beau, my twin brother who was older by fifteen minutes, saw me as someone who he wanted to protect at all costs, mostly because I was teased for looking like a blonde witch, even if I found it funny. I didn't blame him though.
We never fought. We just only had a few disagreements but never once did they get heated. I've heard of cases when siblings actually fought over disagreements but never with me and Beau. We just get along really well, mostly because my parents really did their jobs as parents.
"I'm sure he'll be happy," I replied with a smile.
"I'll go ahead and let you go because I know you're driving," Mom said.
We said our goodbyes before I continued my focus on the road. I was now fifteen minutes away. Oh nice. This was going to be a fun rest of the time driving and I wasn't being sarcastic.
I took a quick glance at myself in the rear view mirror. The ivory color on my skin might have been another reason why I used to be called "witchy Brittany" in my elementary years. It slowly simmered down in middle school and starting in high school, I barely heard that phrase being used against me.
I was quite petite, thinner than the average build, and short, barely five foot one. Some people even questioned how I managed to even get in a truck that's quite big for the average girl my size. I always found that funny.
The entire thought of it made me smirk, even almost to laughing but I refrained from laughing. A lot of my random thoughts made me laugh but my sense of humor was pretty bad.
I just continued down the road, occasionally checking how I was on gas. I was pretty solid because I had filled up the tank before I left.
"Now twelve minutes," I said to myself. "You're almost there, Brittany."