This is just a little preview of a new story Im working on
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also there is a poll on my profile wouldn't mind some votes
As to my story Invisible it's been put on hold because theres really not a lot of feedbackYeah Tell me what you think

The neighborhood had been redone, many years ago it was a simple suburian neighborhood with men working, kids at school, and many lonly housewives. It looked liked a normal neighborbood with all the pastle colored houses, perfect lawns, and clean streets, the only thing that stood out of place was the manecing gothic style mansion which stood on the hill. But that was many years ago, time passed and things change. The neighborhood of surburbia was now mansions for the rich.

Many peopled moved out over the years all going into the city, surburbia just wasn't interesting anymore. So the small suburian homes had been turned it into a few mansions. Only the high and privleged lived here. The old gothic style Mansion on the hill stayed. It was old, but was fixed up. The roof was fixed, everything inside was cleaned out, the kitchen was rebuilt, everything was upgraded, it was 21st century a after all, not 1960 anymore.

Still no matter how well it looked the rumors of it being haunted never went away. The pretty paint job couldn't hide the face that something bad had happened before. It was said that though he was dead, his spirit still haunted the masion, a man, with scissors for hands. It was said that he killed nosy teenagers who tresspassed. While many people found the mansioin to be lovly, no one wanted to buy it. After all it was haunted.

Cecelia Reilly rolled her eyes at one of her friends. He was talking nonsense about a haunted house where the new neighborhood had been built. "Whoever told you that Lucas is such a liar."

He pouted at her, his sandy brown hair covering his eyes has he lowered his head, "Is not."

She smiled at him, "Then you're just gallible."

He raised his head, "Am not!" He crossed his arms. "I bet your just scared."

She rolled her eyes. She had seen the mansion he talked about. It stood a not to far from her own house. She lived in "Richtown" has her friends so called it, only they didn't know she was one of the "spoiled rich kids." She choosed to go to a regular public school, she wanted people to judge her and befriend her based on her not her money. "Lucas come on you really think some guy with scissors for hands goes around killing kids."'

He thought it over for a moment, "Yes, I do."

"Then your an idoit." The bell rang. Cecelia got up and grabbed her stuff, Lucas did the same, "But I'm your idiot."

"Don't remind me." They both walked out of the front of the school and went to the student parking. Cecelia got her keys out to open her 2008 Honda civic LX Coupe. She had a tough time confincing her parents to keep it. She told her if she wanted to drive herself to school, she could take the Lamborghini, Ferrari, Porche, or Beamer, not a commonor car. To her friends it was a nice car to her parents it was trash. But she was determined to be a normal teenager not a rich one.

"Still can't get over how you scored on such a car."

"I'm lucky. Do you need a ride?"

"No, I have my car today."

She gave him a hug, "Then I'll see you tomorrow."

Cecelia pulled up to her gate and slid her security card through.. As she went through her gates she peeked a glance at the mansion. It was beautiful, she wish her parents had brough that instead of the one they lived in.

She turned and looked at her house. She signed and drove to the back where the garage was. She got out her car and before she could reach the door, a servant was there.

"May I take your things."

Cecelia jumped up in surprise. She smiled, "That wasn't very nice Jack."

"My aplogizes Mi'lady."

Cecelia rolled her eyes. Jack was fairly young, in his late 20's. The old head butler had adopted him, after he passed away Jack took over, he loved to scare Cecelia, and annoy her. He was like a little kid sometimes. She threw her bag at him, "Put this away, and have someone bring me up brownies, I'm hungry."

He smiled at her, "Anything you say."

She stuck out her tongue has he turned around, "Jerk."

"Love you too, C."

This was their daily rutine. Jack and Cecelia grew close, they weren't that far apart. He was a good friend, her parents saw him as help, but Cecelia saw more. He was a good person, he knew all about how she didn't want this life, she wanted to be normal. She've seen how money currupts people and she didn't want apart of that.

If she wanted to be rich like her parents she would do it on her own. She didn't want to be defined by her parents money. She was more then that.

She sat cross legged on her bed. Her room was big, she looked around the spacious place sighing. A knock came at the door. "Come in."

Jack came in with a plate of brownies and a two tall glass of peach ice tea. He came and sat next to her. She grabbed a brownie and bit into it. Jack did the same. "So how was school."

"Interesting. Lucas was telling me about a haunted house. You know that castle on the hill, apparntly some guy with scissors for hands haunts the place. Thats why no one wants to by it."

Jack snorted. "17 and still believes in ghost."

"I don't. It's such a load of bull. There's no way that place is haunted."