This story is/was written for friend of mine, Neemers. Enjoy!
A New Family On The Block
Young Evan Daniels jumped up on the back of the living room's blue and magenta couch and looked out the window at the big moving truck that was parked down the street. Mom said a new family was moving in, so far Evan
hadn't seen anybody except movers.
Wait! There was a minivan pulling into the driveway! A mom, dad, and a
little boy about his age were getting out! Evan ran to the garage and grabbed his two wheeler and helmet. He was going to go meet the new family.
Pietro Maximoff sighed and watched through the window of the minivan as they drove to their new home. The other houses of the development rolled past him as he tried to guess which one was going to be his. Mom said it
was going to be swell, that he'd make new friends in no time. Pietro
sighed. "I doubt it," he grumbled to himself.
The van parked in the driveway of a nice two-story house. The house looked
just like every other house in the development, built-in garage, steps leading up to the house, the only difference was that his house was brown.
Mud brown. Such a great color, Pietro thought sarcastically.
He sighed and hopped out of the van, dragging his leather suitcase along after him. A kid about his age was pedaling up to him on a bright blue two
wheeler.
"Hi!" the boy exclaimed. He had dark skin and dark hair peeking out from under his helmet. He was staring at Pietro like he was some kind of weirdo.
Pietro didn't like that.
"What do you want?" he snapped, tossing his white head arrogantly.
"Pietro, be nice," his mother warned as she helped his father carry a large bookshelf into the house. She was tall and willowy with long brown hair and
his father was tall as well, with a bristly mustache and glasses. They weren't his real parents, and that's why he was so angry most of the time.
Where were his real parents? Why didn't they come to live with him? He
asked these questions to himself every night when Mr. and Mrs. Maximoff
would tuck him in a night.
"My name's Evan," the dark boy was explained, breaking Pietro out of his
reverie. "I live just down the street, wanna be my friend?"
Evan wasn't so sure he really wanted to be this kid's friend, he looked kind of crabby. And his hair was weird, who ever heard of a ten-year-old
with white hair? Weird.
"Sure," Pietro shrugged. "Hey Mom!" he called through the front door. "I'm going to go ride my bike with my new friend!" Before his mom could answer,
he raced over to the moving truck and tried to drag out his bike.
Evan jumped into the large truck with him and they both pulled his silver
bike out and set it onto the sidewalk.
"Man! Your bike is cool!" Evan breathed, running his hand over the sleek yellow lightning bolts that were painted along the sides of the shiny bike.
"Whoa!"
Pietro strapped on his yellow helmet and grabbed the bike by the
handlebars. "So where are we going to ride?" he asked.
Evan eyes lit up as he straddled his bike. "To a haunted mansion," he
whispered secretively before pedaling down the street.
A New Family On The Block
Young Evan Daniels jumped up on the back of the living room's blue and magenta couch and looked out the window at the big moving truck that was parked down the street. Mom said a new family was moving in, so far Evan
hadn't seen anybody except movers.
Wait! There was a minivan pulling into the driveway! A mom, dad, and a
little boy about his age were getting out! Evan ran to the garage and grabbed his two wheeler and helmet. He was going to go meet the new family.
Pietro Maximoff sighed and watched through the window of the minivan as they drove to their new home. The other houses of the development rolled past him as he tried to guess which one was going to be his. Mom said it
was going to be swell, that he'd make new friends in no time. Pietro
sighed. "I doubt it," he grumbled to himself.
The van parked in the driveway of a nice two-story house. The house looked
just like every other house in the development, built-in garage, steps leading up to the house, the only difference was that his house was brown.
Mud brown. Such a great color, Pietro thought sarcastically.
He sighed and hopped out of the van, dragging his leather suitcase along after him. A kid about his age was pedaling up to him on a bright blue two
wheeler.
"Hi!" the boy exclaimed. He had dark skin and dark hair peeking out from under his helmet. He was staring at Pietro like he was some kind of weirdo.
Pietro didn't like that.
"What do you want?" he snapped, tossing his white head arrogantly.
"Pietro, be nice," his mother warned as she helped his father carry a large bookshelf into the house. She was tall and willowy with long brown hair and
his father was tall as well, with a bristly mustache and glasses. They weren't his real parents, and that's why he was so angry most of the time.
Where were his real parents? Why didn't they come to live with him? He
asked these questions to himself every night when Mr. and Mrs. Maximoff
would tuck him in a night.
"My name's Evan," the dark boy was explained, breaking Pietro out of his
reverie. "I live just down the street, wanna be my friend?"
Evan wasn't so sure he really wanted to be this kid's friend, he looked kind of crabby. And his hair was weird, who ever heard of a ten-year-old
with white hair? Weird.
"Sure," Pietro shrugged. "Hey Mom!" he called through the front door. "I'm going to go ride my bike with my new friend!" Before his mom could answer,
he raced over to the moving truck and tried to drag out his bike.
Evan jumped into the large truck with him and they both pulled his silver
bike out and set it onto the sidewalk.
"Man! Your bike is cool!" Evan breathed, running his hand over the sleek yellow lightning bolts that were painted along the sides of the shiny bike.
"Whoa!"
Pietro strapped on his yellow helmet and grabbed the bike by the
handlebars. "So where are we going to ride?" he asked.
Evan eyes lit up as he straddled his bike. "To a haunted mansion," he
whispered secretively before pedaling down the street.