I could honestly say I hated it here. This stupid town. Stupid people with their stupid accents... Stupid, just plain, stupid. But, being the skilled dramatist that I am, I could easily fake a smile and go on with my day. I could want to strangle the pale neck of the next person that walked within a fifty-foot radius of me- not like this place was big enough for that to happen- but still remain aloof. And yet it is all so cliche'. Inevitably, I could just stop caring one way or the other. I could just disregard anything that came my way, and just go on living life. Life in this town..Stupid. I hold great pity for this place, not just myself, but for the people who have actually grown up here, and, my mind shutters the thought, reproduce here. How repulsive. Mankind, the worst kind of creature on this planet, to actually think of mankind as something that needs to be kept at a population at all, is stupid. I clenched a white blouse in my hand as I remembered how I was supposed to be unpacking. I let out an agitatited sigh and returned to my work. I kept thinking to myself,'Mankind. How stupid.'

The noisey ringing of my phone caught my attention; dragging me back to this stupid world. After little moments notice- or, perhaps, the lack of caring I had today- I abruptly recognized the chosed ring tone and became aware that this call was important, maybe the most important thing to me now-a-days. I dashed beyond the labrynith of boxes and stumbled as I grabbed the phone, hitting my knee on what seemed to be Brandi's valuables- or shall I say, junk. I flipped open the cellphone that was still clenched in my hand and gave an almost breathless,"hello?"

Dialtone.

Too late. I slammed the phone shut and staggered to my feet. No mistake that there was a red mark -ill in contrast to the skin on the rest of my leg- upon my knee. Stupid box. Then a noise reendered me back to my fixtation for the moment, reminded me that I had one missed call. I eagerly opened my phone and dialed my voice-mail number so that I could here his sweet voice. We had been going out for only a month now and he also took the move very hard. This was the voice of an angel, I thought to myself pressing pound to drag my very mood a substantial amount. Here, in this phone, was my life crashing.

"Hey.." My angel spoke such soft and tender words and I felt my heart rise out of my chest and fly away. "it's Jake..Uhm." His words seemed hesitant, and his reason was in the next ten seconds of explanation.

"I like you and all, but I don't think Im up to having a long distance relationship to someone I have only been going out with for like, a month. So, um.. Im sorry, but it can't work... I'll always remember you.. 'Bye."

And with those words, my heart came spiraling back down like a war plane that hat just been torpedoed. Aim and fire, I thought to myself while slumping down ontop of a comfoter. I stared at my phone a moment, debating whether to retaliate by calling back, or to just give up. Knowing me, I'd avoid the confrontation. I let out a small, agitated groan as I chucked the phone across the room. Thank goodness it was one of those cheap-ass, durable kind of phones, otherwise I might've regretted it when it met with my dresser in a thrust of fury, berfore -that is- colliding and breaking in two. I sat there thinking about how I could relate to the phone, and how out of someone elses doing, it had been shattered. No, shattered is too bland of a word here, more like..mutalated.

And in this instant, this house became very stale to me. I decided to take a walk around this new and strange neighborhood. The roads were older, and everything had a Georgian fascade to it, probably from its orgins. Manningtree was a new place, indeed- an intirely different country at that. But, it wouldn't surprise me that Brandi would jump right on board for moving to England to be with Ike, having no concern with how I would feel about her descision. Typical, I suppose.

I remember the first day I met Ike. It was a year ago, and my mom went out with some friends one night to a bar while I was at my dad's house. But, my dad had to leave early for work so he dropped me off at Brandi's, probably thankful to get me out of his care. I remember walking into the kitchen and dropping my luggage on the floor when I saw a stranger rummaging through our refridgerator. He stood there in his underwear, about as shocked as I was. After a moment of pure embarassment he nodded and walked back to Brandi's room. And then it hit me, he had slept with Brandi, with my moher. A few minutes later Brandi came back out with her new man-candy to, "properly introduce" us, as she says. Then a few months went by and I had grown used to seeing Ike in his underwear, going trough our fridge. It was when Brandi decided to go on a vacation with Ike, when I really was left in awe. She left me at Dad's again, and said they were going somewhere secret, which was an understatement. More like somewhere horribly, horribly wrong-some place that should be illegal to stupid people, such as my mother. She called the next morning announcing to us via speakerphone that she was now remarried. My father almost had a heart-attack over her irresponsibleness, and I was just the same. So here I am, two and a half months later, in Englad, living with Mister and Misses Stupid.

I walked down the side of the road not looking at anything, but not being totally oblivious to the actions of these 'aliens'-I like to call them. It was Friday, which meant that the Market would be open today and tomorrow, or, so I had researched. I walked past the pedestrians nearby and found myself walking closer to the bay. I enlightendly sped up to reach the water which beckoned for me so. Walking along the edge, I hummed to myself a familiar tune. It was only when I realized that that was Jake and I's song, that I actually looked where I was stepping. I had reached the river bank and now my shoes were coated in mud. I groaned a little, agitated at myself for being to oblivious, but more angry at the river. Stupid river.

But it was when my agitation came that I saw the house. A big, old house stood not far, but obviously had a "Caution" streamer nailed to the door. But, all of that made it even more enticing. I approached swiftly and stood before it, a battered and broken haven. I couldn't stop myself from smiling, it's just that the stained-glass, and the warning lables made it so much more remarkable than it already was. I stepped onto the first step, chuckling to myself when the wood beneath me creaked and clicked. Two more steps and I'd be 'face to face' in a way of speaking, with something that sparked my curiousity. I don't know what it was about the house that made me want to disregard the warnings and open the door to this house, which I had no real reason for being so fascinated by, but then I thought back to my earlier thoughts, and thats when I solomnley deciced.

I decided to not care.