My Side of the Window

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

A/N: Hey, so this is my first story on here, and I don't really know what I'm doing. I think it's not too bad so far, but I think my opinion might be a little objective. So please give me what ever feed back you can, I would love to know any opinions you have, weather there're positive or negative. Tell me any improvements I could make, or mistakes I made. Thank you

It was cloudy. The sky was entirely obscured by gray masses of clouds. That was not at all surprising, weather was rarely nice this time of year, and if it wasn't raining it was about to start. No, it certainly wasn't the weather that had me looking out the window that day. What was much more interesting were the new neighbors.

The Nakamura's had been living in the house outside my bedroom window for twelve years, since I was six. They had two sons, one was a year younger than me, and the other was two years older. They both loved soccer. And we never played together. In fact they didn't even know I existed. Once I asked my mother if I could play with them. Mom and dad fought for weeks about it. In the end they decided it was a bad idea. They were probably right. But now the Nakamura's had moved out. And now we had interesting new neighbors.

There was what looked like a mother, and what looked like a son, and what looked like a grandfather. I tried not to assume things about people immediately, because when you only know people through a window you didn't you didn't know them very well at all. However, the first three people, who looked very much like a family, were not the ones that interested me. What interested me was a girl. She looked very much like an older sister, as she helped carry boxes in form the large moving van. I suppose she was pretty, but I had seen pretty girls before. The television was full of them. But there was something special about her. When she smiled her eyes crinkled up in just the right way, and she danced like she didn't care if the whole world watched her as she joyful transported their belongings.

In hindsight I realize that it was painfully obvious how little I got out judging by my initial reaction to her, but come on. All that I had really learned about women I had learned from my mother or the television. They had completely conflicting messages, and neither were very useful when put into practice. My moms great, I love her a ton, but if she was anymore protective I would be living in a bubble. And that's not an exaggeration; you don't know how much I wish it was. I wasn't angry that I had never really been outside. I knew that I was different. I knew people would be terrified of me. But on those kinda days all I could think of leaving the one place I had ever know, my own haven, and on I those kinda days my shelter felt a lot more like a prison.

Nothing had ever made me want to get outside more then that interesting girl. Honestly, the only thing I wanted more than to leave the house was to be normal. I guess I could live with the claws and the fangs; it was really the ears that did me in. Feh.

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"Sis, wake up! Were here!" I heard Souta's high pitched voice call out sweetly. That wouldn't last long, he was already eleven, in a few years he would be on his way to adulthood. I didn't think that I liked it very much.

I wasn't usually the nostalgic sort, I didn't even feel a tinge of regret when we left our old house of two years in Minnesota, travelling halfway around the country to our new house. Our destination, Boring Oregon, might not have sounded like the most appealing place to live, but I was determined to make it an adventure. My mom was determined to only reside in places the piqued her interest, I found her destination to be a little ironic, but I was good at entertaining myself.

The house was nice, if not a little, well boring; with its yellow paint and white trim it defiantly had its own sort of charm. If you were into that white picket fence thing. It made no difference to me, I would fix up my room how I like and be satisfied. I had a feeling that's how this town would be, a whole lot of settling. The only thing that didn't make this place the picturesque small town was the weather. Cloudy, looking like it was about to rain. Good, I was sick of the drastic continental climates of Minnesota. And I liked rain. That was one of the warnings my mother had told me about, the rain, and that suited me just fine.

I suppose I should have been sad about leaving my friends and boyfriend, but I had done it all before, and I was getting tired of them anyway. Hojo was a sweetheart but couldn't be even the littlest bit exciting or spontaneous. The predictable monotony of my life had been making me restless. I've always had an insatiable wanderlust, maybe because Id always been traveling. My mom was an author, and couldn't find her inspiration through sitting still. Maybe it was genetic, but were all nomads.

As I pulled boxes out of the car into the house I felt the light patter of rain on my shoulders. I ignored it as I carted more and more of our possessions through our door. Almost immediately after the last box had been brought in the real rain started, a torrential downpour that plastered my light blue dress to my slight frame. I grabbed Souta's hand as we ran through our new lawn, jumping in the occasional puddle as we laughed in delight.

As we walked back into our new home I heard my moms voice ring out from the top of the stairs. "Kagome, sweetie, your room is up here!" she was clearly enthusiastic. That was good. Lately she had been in a bit of a rut. As I ascended the stairs a musty smell hit me. How long had this house been empty? We had gotten the house at probably half its market value, but houses were never very expensive in these sorts of places.

My room was off white, square, and empty. Well, at least it would make a nice canvas. I laid back on the floor. This was my favorite part of a new place. The slate was wiped clean. I could become anyone I wanted and no one would know the difference. The plain white walls and empty room proved that there were no limits to what a person could become. There was no telling what these walls had seen, and it didn't matter. They also were given a new beginning.

Tomorrow I would probably start painting, and the day after that I would go to school, and everything would change, but in the same way that it always changed. I stood up and went to my window. Would this small town prove to be any different than the others?

I hadn't initially noticed the house next door, but as I look out my window something about it struck me as odd. All the curtains were drawn, except for the one right across from my bedroom. The lights were all off, but there were two cars in the drive way. All the houses in the neighborhood were in pristine condition, besides the dilapidated Victorian style home across from ours. My mother had said something about it being occupied, but it didn't appear that way to me. But I was well aware that my mind worked overtime trying to find something out of place everywhere I looked. However my intuition was rarely wrong, so I decided to keep my eye on my new neighbors.

I took a deep breath. I could smell my mom making dinner down stairs and I was starving. I decided I was going to eat and then go straight to bed. I needed to get a goods nights rest, there was a lot that I wanted to do tomorrow. As I was getting up from my window something caught my eye. Golden eyes famed by iridescent white hair. For a moment the intense bored into mine, and then abruptly vanished. My eyes widened. The house obviously wasn't as empty as it looked.

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