CHAPTER 1 THE NEW NIGHT OF THE OLD MOON

It was cold today in the Town of Johnsonville. The town that's my home now. I was born in Charlotte Town in P.E.I... It got cold there but not as cold as Johnsonville. I was from the Orphan Company of P.E.I… "How do you like Johnsonville Jet?" asked Harry the person who adopted me. "It's cold." I said bluntly to Harry looking out the window. "Why yes it is." He said with a smile. Harry was 78 years old with a wife named Debby who was 73. A lot of people who adopt kids aren't in there 70's and adopt 14 year old girls. I could tell this couple was a weird one. Harry looks at me and scans me. "What is it?" I asked. "I'm just happy we have a kid. That's all." Said Harry. I look at the window again in a gaze. I was tired because I had to wake up at 6:00am in the morning to catch the flight to Johnsonville. I look at Harry. He had a beard that covered his chin. He was wearing reading glasses that covered his light blue eyes and wearing a trench coat that was black. He was wearing a fedora hat that was black with a red ribbon and between the ribbon and the hat was a blue feather. "What kind of job do you have Harry?" I asked curiously. "I'm a writer."

"What kind of writer?"

"Fantasy."

"Are you any good?"

"Sort of." He said with a smile.

I look at him some more in curiosity. "Why did you adopt me?" I asked. "Why?" He said in a shock. "I just wanted to know." Harry seemed nervous. I waited for an answer for three minutes. Harry didn't reply. "I'm waiting." I said in a curious tone. Harry looks at me with a smile. "I guess me and Debby wanted to adopt a kid." I looked at him puzzled. "At 78 and 73?" Harry looks at me then looks at the road in a smile. "I guess so." Harry looks at me then the road for the twentieth time. "I guess it's odd for a couple in there 70's to adopt a kid." Said Harry. I nod. I still couldn't figure out his story. "Then why adopt a kid in P.E.I.?" I asked. "Who knows?" He said. I could tell from this guy that he will make my home life interesting. All of a sudden we stopped. I wasn't paying attention to the road at all.

"Where here."

"Where's here?"

"Your home."

I could tell that Harry wasn't going to give me a straight answer. "Your going to love Debby." Said Harry. "What kind of job dose she have?" I asked when me and Harry both went out of the old sports wagon; Harry goes and takes my luggage out of the car. "She's a baker." I take my luggage from Harry. "Is SHE any good?" Harry was starting to laugh. "Debby is quite the baker." I look at Harry some more still trying to figure out his story. As I turn to see the place I was living in I was spooked. It was an old white house. I could tell this house had seen better days. As I step on to the porch it screeched like a car stepping on its breaks. "I'm to bring the car to the garage, you can go in if you like." Said Harry wheeling his car to the back of the house.