"Keep goin'." Sam was complaining about the music that our mom had put on. He'd left his Sony Walkman in the trunk, forcing him to listen to the radio.I chuckled quietly to myself, listening to my Bon Jovi tape. Nanook's head was on my lap, while his puppy, Ice, was scratching at the window.
I turned the music up, drowning out my mother's singing. It was then that the batteries decided to died. I sighed, taking off my headphones, listening to the God awful music my mom was playing.
"Hey, we're almost there."The Santa Carla sign came into view, a few people walking to the side, forcing Ice into a barking frenzy.
Michael, who sat next to me, grabbed Ice from his lap, forcing him into the middle seat, onto my lap. He struggled against my restraint for a few seconds, before giving up.
I'm Alice Emerson. I'm sixteen, and the older twin of Sam Emerson. We don't look that much alike.
Sam has honey blonde hair, where as mine was a tad lighter. My face structure was a little more petite and angular. Our lips were the same shade of red, as well as our skin being the same pale.
Our eyes are the same blue as well My style in fashion was mainly shorts and a tank, or t-shirt. Sam had been taken over by MTV fashion, and often looked like a walking fashion disaster.
"What's that smell?" Sam's nose crinkled up in disgust. It smelt of salt. We don't go to the beach often, but it wasn't the worst smell in the world.
Mom took a lung full of the air, sighing contently.
"Ah, that's the ocean air." She seemed content, happy to be closer to our grandfather, who we didn't see much, due to the five hour drive.
"Smells like something died." Sam exaggerated.
"Aw, honey. Look guys, I know it hasn't been easy. The divorce and now the move, but I think you're really going to like living in Santa Carla." No one replied. My attention was drawn to the back of the Santa Carla sign. 'Murder Capital of the World'. Well shit.
Short preview to my Lost Boys story. This is an Edgar OC story. Enjoy:)