Seems only yesterday that my best friend, Andria and I were talking about coming to Ipswich Massachusetts. That was only one of the million things we had planned to do together, but things changed. Just like her, everyone that I loved and cared most about were viciously torn away from me.
Up until the point of Dria's murder we used to do everything together. We met in Sophomore Year in our lifetime sports class. I remember coming back to the bus after bowling. She was in front of me and was tripped by some snotty nosed bitch. While everyone was laughing at her, I helped her up. That started our friendship. Different incidents like this happened before. She had just moved into the area, not knowing anyone. Spending most of her time in the library. Andria didn't want to be at my school, she missed all of her friends. After we met we clicked and stuck together and a few weeks afterwards things started to be okay for her. A lot of the time we would stay home and watch a movie while eating popcorn. Actually, more like throwing it at each other. We loved going to our school dances, to sport games, driving around for hours on end or just talk about what we wanted to do or see in our lifetime, together.
Now all these things that I used to love are piled to the back of my mind where my memories of each of my family members and friends are. Just like Dria, I am to move to a different place and meet new people. What I had hoped for and dreamt about for so long cannot be done now. I am in hiding, away from the enemy that took those that I most cared about away from me. Instead of both of us going to Ipswich there will only be one of us going. I don't know why they are moving me here, to Ipswich of all places. I have mixed emotions about going to Ipswich. I want to get out of my town, away from the people that know what happen, but at the same time though, I want to stay here because I am afraid I will forget everything and everyone that I loved.
I start Spencer Academy in about two weeks. Even though I am twenty years old. Already have graduated from my high school, gone to senior prom and was going to start college. I am two or three years older than the kids at Spencer Academy. Even though I look just sixteen years old, I am small for my age 5' 0 feet, brown shoulder length hair and bright green eyes. I take after my dad's female side of the family. All the women are really short and have either the brightest blue or green eyes. My hair color and facial features come from my mom's side of the family.
A few months after Andria funeral, Mollie came to live with me. She worked at the police station. We met when my first family members were murder. The other police officers and she thought it would be good for her to looking after me, like I was a young girl. We moved to the "rich" neighborhood after a few months that Mollie lived with me, for a couple of reasons. I still lived in my family's house and I could no longer bear living there any more and the police thought I would be safer living in a gated community while they were still searching for my loved ones killer. Not only was it not safe, they put me in danger, everyone that lived in the Evergreen Hills and Mollie in danger. Mollie was attacked six days after we moved in and was killed. The police didn't find him and yet still have to.
Arriving in Boston I am met by could air. Forgetting about putting a heavier jacket on was not the last thing I forgot about.
Frederick, my driver came to pick me up around six in the morning. He sat there waiting for twenty minutes until I came down in my pj's. I guess I didn't set the alarm for five-thirty. You could say that he wasn't a happy camper. I got ready really fast, thanking myself for packing the night before.
"Hurry up!" "You are going to miss your flight.." Frederick yelled.
"I know, I am going as fast as I can!" I knew he was mad, but gees he could loosen the stick up his butt. I didn't even need to be there for another 2 and ½ hours. Sometimes he just doesn't listen.
Running down the stairs, I zip past him towards the kitchen to get my keys and purse. I hauled my backpack over my shoulder and looked around for the last time. I am sure going to miss this house. In the time that I lived with Mollie we became sort of a surrogated family. The lawyers were coming that afternoon to show the house to the new owners.
The drive to the airport was nice I slept the whole way there, even though it was only a half in hour drive. Before I got out of the car I checked to see if I got my boarding pass and ticket with me. You guess it, I didn't!
"What! I thought you said you had everything." Fred stated.
"I really thought I did. Instead of sleeping Maybe I should have checked."
"Yeah, you think!" I am quite looking forward to not see Fred ever again. "Okay, will you please make sure you have everything before we go back home to get your plane ticket."
"Okay, will do." I said.
An hour later I was being put through security. With only a few minutes to board the plane I took out my ticket and I.D. so I could just board the plane a lot faster.
The plane was pretty nice too, if you like being squashed between two smelly old men with cheap cologne on. I had a fantastic time.
We landed in Boston late in the afternoon. I knew I was being picked up in the front of the airport with someone that has a sign with my name on it. Karis Dean real big.
Shifting my bags I spotted my name on the huge sign. I made my way over to a tall blonde man with blue-gray eyes. He looked to be about forty-four or forty-five years old. He sees me walking up to him.
"Hi, my name is Robert." He says. " You must be Karis, you sure look the way they described you."
"What is that supposed to mean!" I stated.
"Nothing." He grabs one of my bags to help me. "You just are pretty." My son was suppose to come pick you up but he had things to do."
"Oh, what's his name?" I wonder if he is cute.
"Reid." Says Robert. "He goes to Spencers too, you will met him later."