Old memories and or newest ones, were my dreams. They were the only ones, that I ever had. I never told mom or dad, about them at all, they probably didn't understand them. As I slept, the old memories came back to taunt me.
"Hey look, it's little Archer. So what are you doing, loser?"
"Leave me alone, Whitney. I have nothing to do with you, and you have nothing to do with me. So lets leave it at there."
"Lets not, and say we did."
Whitney shove me down to the floor, and walk off laughing with her four best friends. They use to be my best friends, until she stole them from me. Signing deeply, I got off from the floor and walked away.
I felt someone shaking my shoulders, and I woke up. Looking up, I saw my dad hovering over me.
"We're here, Daphne. So come on, get out of the car and stretch a small bit. We got a bit of exploring to do."
I undid the seat belt, and got out of the car. Stretching a small bit, I saw the large two story house, right in front of us. It was a bit more bigger, then the old house.
"Welcome to our new home, Daphne. And you want to know something even special. This is the town, that I grew up in. Oh, the memories."
"You mean this is Ringworm City."
"Welcome to Ringworm, Daphne. In two days you will be attending Ringworm Junior High School. And I bet, you are going to have a lot of adventures, just like your Uncle Ty and I did. But don't let the mean girls stop you."
She ruffle my hair a bit, open the front door, and walked inside the house. Looking over at dad, he sigh a bit deeply.
"You okay dad?"
"I remember this town. I once came here a long time ago, back when your mom was in high school. I expose the entire town to rot, and I almost hurt your mother back then. . . ."
"Dad, that was back then. Remember what mom said, you sometimes need to let things go. Besides, you have control over your rotting power not and no ones you were the same person. All of those people, who once live here are probably gone by now, Dad. So relax, for now and enjoy a few days of relaxation. No one, can judge anyone until they truly know them, unless they are mean valley or city girls."
Dad laugh a small bit, and gave me hug. Kissing the top of my head, he walked off and enter the house. I stood there on the drive way, and close my eyes. Maybe I should follow mom's advice too. Let the past go, and move on. Sure it may have hurt me a lot, but now I can start over, fresh again. A new page, in a new story.
I heard some people walking, and I open my eyes. A small group of teenage girls were walking on the sidewalk, laughing and having a bit of fun. Maybe, I should introduce myself to them.
"Hi, I'm Daphne. I just move here to the neighborhood."
"And your last name is, what exactly?"
"Archer. Daphne Archer, why?"
"My name is Melody. So you are the news that the Mr. Archer, has been talking about. Another freak has move into the towns ladies, lets just move on and forget that we even talked to her."
Her friends nodded their head, and noses high in the air, they walked off. My anger rage a small bit, and I sat down on the cement, pulling my knee's close to me.
Why does everyone consider me to be a freak? Okay so I am a living freak, but they don't really know that. They are just judging me on what they think I am. I look at my hands, and sigh a bit. Good thing, that I am wearing gloves, then nothing that I touch well . . . . . . . . . How should I put this. . . . . . .
Rot.
Inherited my dad's powers of rotting things. Though they are not as bad, as my dad's powers started out. I got the control of it, with a bit of help from dad and mom, in the process. No one else knows of it, yet. It has never been expose to anyone that I met before at all. But I can do something, that dad has yet to do.
Cause things to rot, by using my mind. But only small things, like old insect nests and materials that are already rotting. Mom finds it a bit helpful, with the rotting material part since she likes to garden a lot. Dad says he doesn't mind that I can rot with my mind, and that he can't, he says I use my mind too much like mom does.
Brushing my blond hair with my fingers, I set my head on top of my knees. So far, today has not been a really good day. Wish, that it could have been a bit more better, if only it could have ended differently.
"Daphne! Come on inside, already! It's going to get cold tonight, and I don't want you to get sick at all. So come on, young lady. Head in before you get sick."
"Alright, mom."
Standing up, I stare at a small weed that was growing in a crack on our drive way. Within the next few seconds, it rotted away. Running up the driveway, I enter out new house, and shut the door the door and lock it.
