Beacon Hills

"You really aren't going to talk to me are you?" My father asked as we entered the town Beacon Hills. To answer him I turn the volume up on my iPod. "I'm not sorry we needed this a fresh start in whole new state."

"You mean away from your own sorrow." I was perfectly fine staying in Oregon were Mom's memory was not here in this place so far from the only home I knew.

"I'm not the one who was getting into fights."

"The light changed," I say as two black motorcycles pass us.

He accelerates "I know that but still moving was best option we had."

"You could have sent me to live with Gram." I was all for staying with my maternal Grandmother.

"I'm not that stupid."

"Really you just missed your turn," I said as the street were our new house was fades.

"Damn it," He pulls into a empty parking lot and stops the car. Turning to face me I try to look away. "Fine what if I challenge you?"

My head turns I loved challenges "Speak."

"You have two years of high school left. If you make it though them here without hurting anyone or damaging property I'll let you go out of state for college."

He knew myself control was impressive all thing considered but I could lose control; it was rare that I did but still the danger was there. "I accept but if a accident does happen you have to listen to me when I explain myself no uprooting me to another state." We look at each other mirrored images except the eyes I had my mothers eyes deep pools of green.

"Deal," Dad said holding out his hand.

"Okay." I say a smile crossing my face.

We did make it to our new house the minute I see it a feeling of fear and misery spreads though me. "Did some one die here?"

"Amy." Dad said in reproachful tone.

Chloe the realtor freezes her face stuck in that fake smile that all realtors seemed to have "No, but it was part of a police investigation last year."

"So, someone did die here."

"I'm sorry my daughter is a little insensitive but you know how teenagers are." Dad said his steel gray eyes silence my other questions.

"Its fine," Chloe said handing over the keys. "I hope your happy here."

"I'm sure we will be."

She dives away faster then is probably legal "Dad remember our deal."

"Yes," He said handing me a box of books marked Amy's.

"This place gives off a bad vibe like something bad happen here." I look a the house its ready for us the movers put our furniture in while we stayed a couple with Grams. "I still get to pick my room right?"

"Yes," He rolls his eyes "Go."

Taking the box, which, wasn't that heavy into the house I feel the fear again the minute I'm in the door. "What the hell happen here? Walking carefully up the stairs I see the house has three rooms. Each with its own feeling so present I think maybe a ghost could be here if they even existed. I put my box in the room that has the feeling of sorrow its faint almost whisper but still there. The biggest room that would be Dad's room radiates anger that sends chills to my back of my neck. Then there is the room that has the fear into its small and empty of any thing my room a least had a stain or two on the ceiling but not here. Its been repainted not just the wall, the windows too. Walking over to the window I feel the wood small indentations in the wood tell me that were once nails here. Someone had nailed the window shut. I look out the window a woman in her fifty's is talking to Dad, he waves for me to come down. I race down stairs any excuse to get out of this room were so much fear was once felt but isn't were it originated from.

"Amy," Dad puts his arm around me "This is our neighbor Ms. Hickman."

"Hello Dear," She shakes my hand.

"Hi," I say as Dad leaves picking up his first box of books, this woman must be a talker.

Once Dad's out of sight she starts to gossip "I can't believe your moving into Isaac Lahey's old house."

I've seen enough movies to know that when the house in question has its own name you shouldn't stay so I ask the obvious question "Why? What happen here?"

"Oh Dear you wouldn't know would one," She looks at the window were I was. "That was his room Isaac. His father use to beat him, we could hear him yelling at all him all night sometimes."

"My Gosh what happen to him?"

Surprised she look down I lean in "His father was found ripped to pieces in town one night after a fight."

She goes on about this Isaac boy but I don't hear her because I see him or I think its him. It is a boy my age taller then me, with curly brown, just looking at me; he can't be able to hear us but the way he's look at us.

"Amy," Dad yells from the house.

Looking away for maybe half a minute but he's gone "Oh Dear better get unpacked." The woman said with a smile petting my shoulder.

I was able to unpack most of my cloths, which, was great being that I was going to school tomorrow. As the daughter of a teacher had not perks. Even so I was a pretty good student getting mostly A's. My trouble class was french I just couldn't make the words fit together. I was getting a C-, my Dad's idea of help was changing the TV setting to a french dub a whole week of it and I was still getting a C.

All my other class I would be getting A's or B's some people thought it was because Dad was a teacher. The truth was I loved to read everything I could get my hands on the proof was in the five boxes full of book each separated into genre and alphabetized. My book shelves, unfortunately were damaged by the movers who loaded our truck. So, for now that would have to stay in the boxes. Dad said as soon as possible we would replace them.

My bed frame was already in the large room that was Dad's so I had to carry it to my room. Setting it up was hard to because that boy, Isaac was watching us I didn't look at him again, I could just feel it.

Laying in my bed still in my jeans and t-shirt looking at the off-white walls it would give me a head-ache I stand to open my window thinking about a color to paint this room not pink I hated the color pink. A breezes carried fresh scents of pine, flowers, and the faint smell of home. I scan the street looking for him, he was here looking at the windows of the room next to mine. His room I'm sure. Dad knocks on the door frame the door being open already.

"It still feels weird?"

I turn to face him "If was just weird I wouldn't be so unnerved."

"Yeah, our neighbors filled me in on the story." This was as close to to being right as I could get.

"Something bad did happen here I don't know why or how but it did." I say in a small voice.

"Don't worry," He pulls me into a hug. "We'll make this our place soon."

Nodding the sooner the better I was psychic but a I knew that tonight I wouldn't sleep well.

"Class this a new student Amy Greene," The principle said to the class of thirty. "I'm sure you'll make her feel welcome.

"Well," the teacher said "You can sit next to Miss. Argent."

I take my sat next to the girl she pretty with long black hair, fair skinned but something about her is off. "I'm Allison."

"Amy."

"Could we all open our books to chapter four please," The teacher said placing a book on my desk.

"So, your new?"Allison said in almost nostalgic tone.

"Yep my Dad got job here so we had to move." Also totally beat this girl who said my best friend was a slut.

"Really what does he do?"

"Its a surprise," I say opening my book ending conversion.

Class goes on I have homework writing summaries about each sectional I want to get thought this then go running. Moving in yesterday happen wiped me out today I could feel my muscles yelling at me to run. Also as a city girl I was use to running in back ally's or on rooftops, however, here there was a animal persuasive. I wanted to run in real forest with tree's and grass.

"So, whats your next class?" Allison asked as I put my book in my locker.

"Chemistry?"

"I have french," she said.

I make a noise of distraught "I hate french."

She make a Oh face "Well say hey to the teacher."

True to my nature I'm the first one in class "Did you break anyone yet?"

"Nope," I say taking the book heaver then my history book to an empty seat.

"Well, the day is young." He said writing his name on the black-bored.

More students come in each giving me their name and asking if this new teacher is a hard ass like the last one. Then in the middle of lying to this boy about how much I like it here I see him. Isaac looks just as surprised to see me mostly because I was at the table he sat at alone.

"You could say Hi," I say as he just stares at me.

"Um...Hi." He said sitting.

"I take it we're not starring at me last night?"

"Um..."

"Looking on on the new girl Lahey that's weird even for you," A male voice said from behind me.

I know its the twins Ethan and Aiden the twins who didn't say a word to me but still like Allison they gave off bad vibes. "Class I'm Mr. Greene your new teacher I would like to say I'm sorry about your previous teacher passing."

We get more reading while Dad reads the papers of an essay that was assigned. I try to read but the twins are talking.

"Lahey," One of them Ethan most likely he was the one who started everything.

"Lahey did enjoy your motel stay? I hear it was a great place." Aiden said and I swear I hear the smile on his face.

"Are you okay," I ask in a whisper as his hand grip wood of the table so hard that the wood might break.

"Oh," Aiden said. "Look who got someone to protect you."

Ethan then said "To bad you did have her last week in the closet."

They laugh but Aiden speaks again "That was fun."

"We should do it again."

Looking up at Dad who is engrossed in a paper I turn on them "Will you two shut the hell up."

"You can hear us?" Ethan asked surprised.

"Yes, I hear annoyingly identical voice," I turn back to my book.

They thankfully shut-up for the rest of class Dad gives out a reading assessment but no written work. He does, however, stop me "You forgot this."

"Thanks," I say money he gave my for lunch it must have fallen out of my pocket. I smile leaving the class I lunch now then french, lastly English. Then home to home work and hopefully my running shoes.

"Hi," Isaac said walking with me.

"You said hi already," I put all my whole bag in the locker.

"Then I should tell you need to move." He said as we enter the lunch line.

I sigh "Tell something I don't know that place gives my the creeps."

He give a light chuckle "It was never that happy of a place."