I stand in the dark, watching as they unload my box of stuff into my so-called new house. It was cold. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. I turn to face a weird kid who seemed to be about fourteen, the same age as me. I've seen weirder people then him before. He wore glasses and had his hair in spikes.
"Dib, don't bug people! You little weirdo, Mom'll kill you if she knows you're outside!" a girl was yelling out of a window.
"Shut up, Gaz," he said in a song-like tone to himself. "Don't mind my sister; all she cares about is her game slave. I'm Dib, I live…" he pointed out his house, "right there."
I held out my hand in return to his. "Rose," I replied to his introduction. I could tell he liked my looks; all he did was stare. "That's a strange house; who lives there?" I asked pointing to the house a few away from his.
"Oh, that's the creep, Zim. He's an alien," Dib said with a weird look in his eye.
"Whatever you say," I thought for a moment. "You're into all that paranormal crap aren't you?"
"Yes, I am and it's not crap. It's actually very interesting." He held his head high.
I chuckled. "Yeah right and the moon's really made of cheese," I stated sarcastically.
"What? You don't believe me? I'm dead serious!" I laughed at Dib's excitement.
"Rose! Rose, dear, you'd better get in here before you catch cold!" I rolled my eyes.
"Uh, I gotta go," I said calmly, not wanting to leave. I sensed confusion in Dib's face. "My step-mom's British." He showed a look of understanding.
"I guess I'll see you at skool tomorrow," he said smiling, walking back to his house.