Leaning on the passenger door Jack sighed closing his eyes trying to shut out his annoying father for the billionth time. He had only learned of them moving the day before they left for he had come home from a party to a house filled with boxes and empty walls. Even though he was used to moving by now he just didn't like it because he had actually made some friends at the school he had gone to, but then his stupid father had to go and move again to some stupid little town called Burgess with some retarded high school which sounded gay. Burgess Town High School. Who made it? The kids? He had no choice in this matter though but once he turned eighteen he was out of here and back off to Alaska where he was born. Even though people in Alaska grew used to the cold and having to wear heavy winter coats Jack adored the cold and usually didn't wear but only a sweater outside, well that is until his father screamed at him to put a coat on.
During this time while he was sulking his father was going on about how warm Burgess was and how it was a good place to meet people since it was a small town, meaning he thought the town would be like Mayberry where everyone loved everyone and there was no evil in the world. I thought different though. I knew there was evil in the world for evil is the one who stole my mother away from me one cold night when she was out sledding to deliver something to a friend in the next town over. She and her team were covered in snow in minutes after the small avalanche but my mother fought for one of her arm was sticking out, and luckily her lead dog Askota got out before he suffocated. Jack had been attached to that dog with a bond and he had sobbed when his father made him leave the dog behind with a family friend.
As he sniffled at the thought of Askota he heard his dad call out to him in a cheery voice, "Were here!" resulting in making Jack come back to reality to see the small town of Burgess sweep by us as we head to the house that we would be living in until we moved again. Looking at the small businesses whipping past his window he gets the strangest feeling of someone watching him even though that was impossible since he was in a moving car.
Just then they slowed to a stop and pulled into the driveway of a second story house, two window on the front with a porch around the door. Without waiting for his father he hops out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he makes his way up the few steps and onto the porch, pulling out a silver key. Unlocking the door he steps into the small house before wandering through, checking out the house. As he makes his way in he's in a hallway with stairs to his right, a doorway to his left, and another doorway to his left at the end of the hall with a door across from it on the right. He had looked at the pictures of the house already and knew that the kitchen was to his direct left, the living room as the second left door, and a bathroom as the door on the right. Walking up the stairs he's greeted by a long hallway, a door directly to his left as a closet, a door to his right a few steps forward leading to a bedroom, a door a few steps beside the bedroom leading to another closet, then another bedroom at the end of the hallway on his left with a closet door at the very end of the hallway. With slumped shoulders he heads towards the last bedroom where his room would be and it was already filled with boxes of his stuff for they had moved his stuff here first and then went back for hid dad's stuff. Sitting down on the floor he opens the box closest to him and draws out a black picture frame which held a picture of himself with his mother, the two of them by the sled with Askota by their feet, his mother's soft blue eyes wild as the wind blew her blonde hair and my own sky blue eyes filled with happiness.
Just as I was about to start remembering my mother and start crying my father calls up the stairs, "Come help me unload the rest from the truck!" before returning outside to get more boxes. I quickly set down the picture but make sure I don't break anything, not noticing that I had packed my box of razor blades with the picture. Dad was bound to find the box if it was with the picture. Running down the stairs I make my way outside to help unload the boxes into the house.