The door to the house on Malbury Road was finally opened after many months of inhabitance. This would be the start of a new beginning for the moving family, whom of which recently got off board their flight from New York. The family entered the empty house and transferred boxes into the kitchen. Failing to conceal their excitement, the two children ran upstairs to choose their bedrooms. The mother and father grinned at the sight of their happy offspring, and began of what would be hours of unpacking.

However, one of the children stayed behind to observe the structure of her new home. The girl, unusually small for her age, stroked her fingers against the white drywall, examining every detail of the new home.

The girl walked around the first floor, exploring the surroundings. She was pleased by her little exhibition, especially when she caught eye on the mini library near the north section of the house. As she continued east along the broad hallway, she found a door that lead to the garden. She opened it and was greeted by a chilling breeze. The girl smiled in delight, and relaxed in the open. There were beautiful flowers bordering the brown picket fence. Vivid colors of lavenders and violets were patched among the bushes, and there were even some pine trees that towered over, just behind the fence. The girl wondered what lie beyond the fence, and realized how her life now differed from the busy life in the city. She decided to sit down on the sweet, green grass, and took it all in. Her daydreams were shortly interrupted by a man's voice.

"I see you've found the garden. Took me awhile to get here actually, since the house is HUGE compared to the apartment back in the big apple."

The man sat down next to the girl and became enlightened at the array of summer colors, from the blue sky to the purple morning glories that sprinkled over the sides of the unsullied tool shed.

"This is quite a view we've got here. Nothing like that rusty excuse of a building back in the city. Well, I guess that means no more late night drunkenness and early morning traffic!," he joked.

His attempt to make the girl laugh failed, as usual. No matter what the man tried, he could never seem to make his niece laugh. The girl remained silent, and focused on the extravagant scenery.

"Seriously though, this is a very nice place. We're conveniently located near the high school, mall, grocery store, my job, and guess what….we're only fifty miles away from the beach!"

No response. The man felt ashamed of what he had put this girl through. He felt it was his responsibility now to take great care of her, and believed he failed to save his sister's family from death. The girl had a very rough childhood since birth, and all seemed to go to hell for her ever since the passing of her parents. Since then she had no friends, no specific interests, and no strong emotions towards other people. The one thing that she did have however was fear. Her uncle could see that, even if it took it him awhile to find out. It was odd to him that no kid her age could ever make her open up, not even his own children; her cousins. It was even more concerning that the girl's fifteenth birthday was fast approaching.

"Look Elsa…

He paused to calm down and explain, with some thought of what to say to the young girl. His tone became gentler; one that a father would use to comfort his child.

….you are going to love it here. You will finally get the time to know some new friends, and live a simpler life. The community is great here kiddo. There are more opportunities, and most importantly, it's much safer here. Your mother…

Another pause, this time accompanied with a sigh.

…..would have loved it here, and so would your father. They always envisioned you to live in a peaceful town, somewhere in the suburbs where you could live happily and let it all go. Sometimes you have to do what's right you know, even though it may not be easy."

Elsa gave a look of acceptance towards her uncle, and stood up, legs numb from sitting too long. She brushed the fragments of grass and dirt off her jeans and waited for some kind of proper dismissal from her uncle.

"I'm guessing we are done with our discussion Miss Elsa, you may carry along now your seriousness. There are rooms to be chosen upstairs, and I have to attend further to my duties," her uncle implied with an English accent. Once again he was being a comedian, in order to change the mood caused by their previous conversation.

His niece politely nodded and to his surprise, smiled at his witty joke. Then the girl ran inside and grabbed her luggage, heaving it up the two flights of stairs before disappearing into another hallway.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I will find someone out here. Someone who will spend time with me. Someone who will visit me every day. Someone who will love me for who I am. Someone who will be my friend.