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Kim

The rest of the day was filled with tears, hugs, goodbyes, pranks and exchanging phone numbers. Before I knew it, the final bell rang and the principles voice came over the loudspeaker wishing us a safe and happy summer. I ran out of the double doors with Grace trailing behind me. "Okay so are we meeting at the mall tomorrow?" She asks. I nod. "I will text you when I can meet. Bye!" I say. We blow each other an air kiss, and I skip over to my bike.

I undo the lock and hop on. As soon as I pulled out onto the street, a car came around the turn way to fast, and it was about to hit me! I screech and hop off my bike and onto the pavement, landing on my left arm. Just in time too, because sure enough the car crashed into my bike. The car screeches to a halt, and 2 boys rush out. "Oh my God! Are you okay?" I hear one ask. I look up and see a boy, taller than me, start rushing over to me. For some reason, I blush. I can't help it, I mean he was really cute. But at the time, I was to focused on the huge, bloody cut on my left arm. Finally, I look up. "Well no, I'm not." I say. I look at the mess that used to be my bike. "Yeah, sorry. That was a stupid question, your obviously not. Can I see your cut?" He asks. I hesitate for a moment, but I feel as if this boy is trying to help. I don't like trusting people, especially strangers. But it felt like a force was telling me to trust him. I hold out my arm, and he blows out his mouth. "I'm no medic, but the looks really bad. Here." He says, helping me up. The other boy, who must've been his brother, walked over by us. "Jack, is she okay? I'm so sorry about your bike. I didn't see you over here, you were in my blind spot." He explains. The boy who came over to me, Jack I think the other boy says, pulls me up and faces me. "Come on. Let's head to my house and my mom can wrap that up for you." He says. I smile and start walking with him to the car. He opens the door, and motions for me to get in, which I do.

He gets in next to me. It was kind of weird, because it was a bench design car. The only thing separating Jack and I was a small middle seat. His brother opened the door, and sat in the drivers seat. He turns to face me. "I put your um bike in the trash, unless you wanted it." I shake my head, and he turns back around and starts driving. It was an awkward silence, until Jack broke it. "So now that we have damaged you and your bicycle, why don't you tell us your name." he said with a smile. I look up at him and smile. "Kim. My name is Kim. And you are..?" I ask, already knowing the answer. I just didn't want to sound weird, already knowing his name. "My name is Jack. And the driver here that killed your bike, that's Scott. He's my neighbor." Jack says. Oh. Neighbor. Whoops. "Yeah, sorry about that. Jack, we are pulling up to your place. GET OUT!" He shouts. I gape at him, and he just laughs. So does Jack. Then I realize he was joking. God, I swear I'm so stupid.

Jack gets out and keeps the door open for me. When I get out, I notice something. We are in the driveway of house 452. "Oh, so you moved in here?" I ask. He looks at me and laughs. "No Kim we are walking into a strangers house to wrap up your arm." He says sarcastically. I smile, and we walk to the front door and walk in.

The inside was worse then the outside. Cobwebs, dirt, dust, bugs, everything a house shouldn't have. Jack seems to notice this, because he quickly says "Sorry about the mess. We just moved in like 2 days ago, and we are trying to unpack the cleaning supplies." He says. I look around a little more, and try to picture this place clean. It would probably look like a house out of a magazine, with it's chandeliers, tall ceilings and antique floors and wallpaper. "Where did you guys move from?" I ask, my voice echoing off the walls. He starts walking, so I begin to follow. "From Seattle. My parents wanted to move to a smaller town in California. So we found Seaford, they found this house, and boom we sold our old one and moved here." He explains. We come to what must be the bathroom. "wait here." He says. He walks in to a small, dark room. I stand out in what must be a living room, looking around. It felt weird in this house, like on moment I'm cold and the next I'm normal body temperature. For some reason, I feel scared. Here I am, alone in this creepy old house with a boy I just met. I have no way of getting home except to walk. What was I thinking? Before I could react, Jack came out with some gauze and a bandage. "Sorry. Its really dark in there, and I didn't know if you would be scared." He says. I laugh at his idea, even though I was just scared of standing in a living room alone.

Jack also had a wet cloth. As soon as it touches my cut, I can't help but flinch. He apologized. Every stroke he made sent a new wave of pain, another flinch, and another apology from Jack. Finally he stopped cleaning it, and wiped off all the water off of it. He wrapped the gauze, and put the bandage on it. He sat back, and sighed a sigh of satisfaction. "That went well." He said. I smile, and look at him. He was looking at me. We just stared at each other for what felt like forever, when he finally looked down and said "So I don't really have anything here for us to do. Scott probably went to work, but my bike is in the garage. Just ride that home, and come by tomorrow or something. I will get you a new bike." He said. I roll my eyes. "No Jack, it's fine. I can just walk. And don't worry about getting me another bike." I say. He waves his hand off. "No no Kim I insist that you take my bike." He says. I start to get up, and so does he. "Okay, I will take your bike. But don't get me a new bike. I can handle it." I say. He smiles, and he starts walking me to the garage. Just as we reach the door, I hear something upstairs. I can tell Jack heard it too, because his body tenses up. "what was that?" I whisper. He opens the door and rushes me out the door. "I don't know. My bike is the brown with the white seat. Um see you tomorrow." He says, pushing the garage button and slamming the garage door. That was strange. I get on Jack's bike, and ride away.