Okay, when I put ^,…,^ it means it's the boys point of view and if I put 3 it's the girls point of view.
"Matt!" yelled my father, I groaned and walked down the stairs staring at my black converse. "Matthew Smith Anderson! Take this demon back where you found it!" his long pale arms held out a wiggling black object. I looked up at my father and grabbed it out of his hands. "If only your mother was here…" he muttered putting a hand to his pale forehead causing his blonde hair to fall out of place, "If mother was here she would teach me!" I screamed clutching the object and running up stairs to my room.
The object screamed as it melted inside the test tube. I sighed and looked out the window across the river to the other house. As I began to day dream a moving van pulled up to the old house. I blinked and watched for who was going to live there. 'A boy about my age?' I hoped to myself, a couple got out of the car and I could feel my hopes sink to the floor. Another car pulled up and a small boy ran out from the back seat and fell in his dash for the door, I couldn't help but laugh at the boy.
A girl about my age got out of the drivers side and laughed at the boy. I could feel my cheeks warm and my eyes get big. She was tall with long brown layered hair and bangs in her face, blue sparkling eyes, she was between tan and pale. She wore black leather boots with a high heel, fishnet leggings, a short black skirt with a silver chain hanging off the side, a black tank top, and a gothic choker necklace.
"New Neighbors?" asked my father, he was standing at my door. I looked into his hazel eyes and nodded, "You should say hello." His mouth formed a smile. "But…" I looked at my pale hands and then him "You're only half and it's not that sunny out" "Thanks Dad!" I shouted bolting down the stairs.
3 I sighed and leaned against the hood of my car, the movers were almost finished. I heard a snap in the direction of a near by bush. I started to walk toward it calling out my cats name "Moon, is that you?" I kept walking towards it imagining a small black cat hissing and jumping out at me. "My name isn't Moon, but it starts with an M" can a boy's voice. A boy about my age stood from behind the bush.
"Hi, I'm Matt." He said holding out his hand "Hello, I'm Lydia" I said staring into his bright blue eyes. He pulled his pale hand back into his pocket. "Lydia huh?... You know, that was my mother's name." "It was?... It's pretty old fashioned." I slapped myself mentally for being so rude.
He was tall, pale, and had the best smile I'd ever seen. Matt had blonde hair with some black that covered his right eye a little and was layered, his eyes were bright blue, he was wearing black scuffed up converse high tops, worn out skinny jeans, and a tripp shirt with studs for the buttons.
"You have a lip piercing?" He asked quietly "Oh yeah, I asko have my ears pierced twice and my cartalige on my left ear." I smiled moving my hair to show him. "Cool." He smiled and looked down. "You might want to be careful, this house had been around since the 1600's." I looked at the house and yelled "DANG!"