Chapter ONE
Yeah , once again we were moving. This was like the fifth time. Mom says it's the last time we were moving , although she said that the last time we moved too. Greg my 10 year old bro and Heather my 13 year old sister were both sitting on a pile of wood planks that used to be a book shelf and waited for dad to come back from the moving truck and take the wood planks. I was sitting on the floor beside a pile of boxes that haven't been opened in like 2 years. I don't even know what's in them. "Aaron , " mom called me from the kitchen "come help me get these boxes out of here."
"Yeah." I said as I stood up and walked over to the kitchen. When I walked in the kitchen , I saw giant piles of boxes. Ah crap. No wonder it was taking her so long to pack up all the stuff in the kitchen. And of course I had to bring all that crap to the truck since I 'm the oldest. Some times I wish I wasn't the oldest one. Let someone else be 15!
Any way let's get to the real thing. We got to the new house and we had some people help us with the unpacking and stuff. When they got my room finished , I took the boxes with my stuff in them and escaped to my room.
Just when I put my boxes down I heard a voice saying " Finely a boy my age!" I stood up and looked around. But there was no one there. And then this guy appeared out of thin air and hugged me. I mean what guy would hug another guy just like that.
" What the hell! Get off me!" I said trying to push him away. But the damn bastard just clung on to me. I tried to rip his arms off of me. I pushed his arms away from me and said "Can you just get off?!" He took his arms off me and fell on my bed. " Who the hell are you! And what the hell are you doing in my room?" I said annoyed . I thought I had this room to my self.
"I'm peter nice to meet you!" He said smiling and held out his hand.
" Get out!" I said pointing to the door. He just stood there looking down at his hands that were folded in his lap. I sighed and said " How did you get in my room anyway?"
"This is my room." he replied. I didn't notice that he had one of those soft singer voices. By the looks of it he couldn't be older than I was. Probably younger. He was wearing really tight clothes. He almost looked like a girl , he even wore makeup. And then his answer came to my mind.
"How ? Why?" I asked him. I was getting annoyed now. His room ? His room!
"This used to be my room until I died." He said quietly and then he looked up
"Aaron will you be so kind and share this room with me?"
I stared at him for a while and then said "So your plan was to act all sad and say that you're a ghost and that this used to be your room so you can live here?!"
I was really stressed and tired and the words came out harsher than I planned.
He sighed and said "That hurt." Then he disappeared. I looked around me but there was no one there. I was so annoyed with myself. I knew that I shouldnt feel guilty but I did. I sat down on my bed and tried to calm myself.
Just when it was starting to work my mother called from down stairs " Aaron what do you want to order?"
I rolled my eyes and yelled back "I'm not hungry!" but I was. In fact I was starving. But of course I had my food stash. That food stash is a life saver. I pulled a box out of the pile that I brought in my room and opened it. In there was a brand new soda bottle , 3 bags of salt and vinegar chips , a Smores box and a caramel popcorn bag. I grabbed one of the Lays bags and tore it open. I sat down on my makeshift chair (which you guessed it was made out of boxes) and started eating my supper.