"We are, we are the shaken, we are the monsters underneath your bed..."
"Hello?" I answered my phone.
"Zoë! What's up?"
"Hey Frank!" I replied happily.
Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. You see the girl walking down the street? No, not the girl with the blonde hair and Hollister hoodie (um, ew), the short girl with the flaming red hair, Rob Zombie hoodie, black tutu, and combat boots. That's me. I'm Zoë Cyd Thompson. Yeah, my parents must have been high when they named me.
"So, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, why?"
"Wanna come over to my house?"
"Ok!" I replied. "See you in a couple of minutes."
"Later, gator."
I grinned and hung up my phone. I love my phone. It's a Sidekick. I got it for my birthday. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm 17? Well, I'll be 18 in a couple of months, and I personally can't uwait./u Frank and I are planning to rent an apartment together after we graduate from high school. We can't wait to leave Belleville.
I walked over to Frank's house. He was sitting on his shitty front porch. But most of the houses in Belleville are shitty, so what's new?
"Frank!" I yelled.
"Zoë!" he yelled back. I ran and jumped on him.
He groaned and said, "Do you have to jump on me every time you see me?"
"Pretty much, yeah," I replied and stuck out my tounge.
He rolled his eyes. I laughed at my immaturity.
I finally noticed the moving truck next door to his house.
"Hey, do you know who's moving in?" I asked. It was big news when someone decided to move to Belleville. Personally, I don't know why anyone would want to live here. It's a shitty town, and there's not much to do. So you have to make your own fun.
"Nope, let's go check it out," Frank said.
The front door was open, so we walked in.
"Hello?" I yelled.
"You know, you really shouldn't walk into people's houses uninvited," a voice said from behind me.