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-Alli

Every Neighborhood has that one neighbor.

That neighbor that doesn't pick up their bikes and scooters and leaves toys like plastic dinosaurs and Barbie dolls in the un mowed lawn.

The neighbors that have a giant family. And I mean a huge family.

In our neighborhood every house is perfect in every way. Every house has its own special touch. A certain color and maybe a few Garden Gnomes.

The house across the street was Mrs. And Mr. Bell's.

Their house was lovely.

A light pink color with a large white door. Their lawn was always mowed and they had a little garden patch right in the middle. Their porch had daisies of all colors. Pink, white, blue, and green…Mrs. Bells liked to dye their petals. She was an 89 year old woman and still going strong. Mr. Bells was 90 and was still working at a simple diner that he's been working at since he turned 67.

The house to the right of mine belonged to Mrs. Mason. Her husband died 3 years ago and now she lives alone with two giant dogs to protect all her and Mr. Mason's Garden Gnomes.

And than my house.

My house was probably the prettiest I've seen. At least that's what the neighbors think.

It's a light red with dark wood around the door frame and window panes. A two story building with an amazing view of the whole neighborhood.

My favorite part of the house was my bedroom. It was like my little escape of life. Of course your probably wondering why I love being in my room when most 17 year old girls would rather be out partying.

But my window has this little ledge on the side. Just big enough for me to climb out and relax.

Of course my parents have no idea. They'd have a cow if they knew their only daughter climbed out onto the roof or sitting on the little ledge that doesn't look very safe, every night. Honestly…they probably wouldn't even care about my safety…just that if a neighbor caught me; they would be terribly embarrassed knowing their daughter…was out on her window…

Doing something that they told me not to do.

Around 10 years ago…the house to my left got sold.

To the Evans.

I still remember the day I watched them all come out of that minivan.

I was 7 years old watering the roses in the front of the yard well mama and papa were at work.

First came the parents, a lady I'm assuming was their mother had beautiful black hair that fell down her back, and dark blue eyes. I remember her holding her sort of big stomach…as if already holding her baby in her hands.

Then the driver's door opened and a tall man came out. He had white hair and brown eyes. He didn't look a day over 35 He was tan and handsome for sure.

The sliding doors opened next and a wild looking boy came jumping out of the minivan. He had light blue hair and wild sea green eyes. He looked older than me…maybe ten.

He was carrying a baseball bat and ran right into their new home screaming "THIS HOUSE IS SO LUCKY TO HAVE A GOD LIKE ME LIVING IN IT!"

Than two little girls, twins maybe. Probably around my age. The one was holding a make-up kit while the other was holding a stuffed giraffe. They were both blonde and had blue eyes.

Than a little girl that looked maybe around 8 came out holding a brush and a stuffed bunny. She had long black hair just like her mother and deep blue/purple eyes. She looked shy but nice.

A boy with white hair came out next. I guessed he was around 11 he looked like a big kid. The mere image of his father. He was helping his dad carry in suit cases.

"Soul! C'mon! You have to help!" I heard the boy yell into the minivan. My eyes snapped back to the door and I waited and watched as a little boy maybe a year older than me. Eight I guessed.

My eyes widened when I saw him.

He had white hair just like his father and his brother. He had red eyes...yup…Red like blood, rubies, roses, wine…I couldn't place the exact color of red it was. But it certainly was Beautiful.

He was tan to…I guessed that since it was only the first week of summer brake that it was a natural tan.

He was holding a baseball and a glove. He stepped out of the van and looked around. He looked over my way and he locked his eyes with mine and I felt a tiny 'ping' in my stomach…

He looked down at the hose I was holding and the roses I was watering. And than he smirked….than laughed while walking into the house.

I snapped out of my daze and looked down and saw that I had flooded all the roses. I remember feeling my blush go all the way down my neck and up to my ears. That's something I Really hate about being a blonde. We tend to blush everywhere!

And than I realized something;

That boy…Soul…had razor like teeth. They reminded me of a shark.

And that…was so cool.

As the years go by… I've still never got to meet the Evans family.

When my mama and papa got home that night they told me not to interact with the low lives.

They told me that they were pore and could only afford their house because they got lucky. My Mother made a caesural for them a few days later said a few nice words with Mrs. Evans. And never talked to them again.

You'd think I would be able to meet the family at school…the kids my age at least. But my Papa wanted to put me into a private school.

So I lived next door to this family that seemed so nice…so sweet…so different from any other family.

I started doing something that might seem creepy…maybe…possibly very weird.

But…

I started watching them.

Every night. I would Sit on my ledge or climb to the roof and watch through their kitchen window and watched them eat their dinner or early in the morning getting ready to go to school. I would watch them laugh and talk like a giant family.

I was jealous.

I liked to watch them when it was summer Vacation and I didn't need to hang out with Ashlyn, Rachel or Maddie.

I tried to figure out what names belonged to whom…

There was Black*Star, Liz and Patty, Tsubaki, Wesley, the new baby that was born a month late. That was Nessy….and than of course the mysterious Soul.

The boy with the wild blue hair was always getting yelled at…so He was pretty easy.

That was Black*Star.

Then there was a blonde girl that had long hair. She was always on the phone talking to people and one of her brothers would come out and call her in for dinner…Liz I'm pretty sure was her name.

Than a bubbly blonde…Liz's twin. She was always jumping around singing and getting into trouble with her brother Black*Star…That was Patty.

And the shy girl with long black hair that always seemed to be in a high pony tail…I guessed since she was the only other girl that was Tsubaki.

And Nessy…she was easy…since the day they brought her home Black*Star and the others were yelling "Welcome home NESSY!"

Wes and Soul…

They were very easy to figure out.

Wes was a mature kind of boy…the golden boy. Never getting in trouble and always getting straight A's…at least every month that's what he tells his parents when he walks in with his report card.

And Soul…he was…different.

He looked like the typical bad boy…from the very start when he smirked and laughed at me. I knew he wasn't good news.

Now Black*Star and Patty got in trouble for being loud or braking something while being to wild.

But Soul…he got in trouble for smoking a cigarette, for getting caught up with a bad crowd at school and for buying a motorcycle on his 16th birthday without permission.

Soul was a different kind of bad though.

In the summers I'd watch him play with Nessy in the yard. She was 3 years old now. He would play with her and smile and laugh when Nessy tried to copy him. He'd blow bubbles and watch Nessy with amazement as she poked them and laughed when they'd pop.

You could tell he loved his family. But something was off with him.

On the outside he looked like a guy that was a total bad boy…I assumed he gave off the vibe… Stay Away I'm Bad News… but around his family he looked like this sweet, loving boy that would do anything for his family.

He confused me.

I never talked to anyone from their family…not once in the whole 10 years they lived next door.

My father and Mother told me that it would bring a bad name to our family if we interact with them. That no one in there right mind would have so many children and be okay with it.

And since my mama and papa worked for the government…I didn't want to be the cause of the bad name…so I stayed clear.

I wanted to meet them…they seemed amazing…every night they would have dinner as a family. Samantha Evans…she was their mother. She stayed at home and cooked and cleaned and took care of Nessy as the others went off to school. While Jason Evans…who was their father…Worked and owned a little hardware shop down the road.

He worked there every day and except Sundays when he left it closed, to stay with his family and help out his wife.

I wanted family dinners…I wanted to go outside and play with brothers and sisters…

But I didn't have any.

I was supposed to have the perfect family. The family that everyone wants…or at least think they want.

My parents had great jobs…we were pretty much rich. We had a beautiful house with a rose garden and two cars. I had a boyfriend and friends. I went to a private school and was an only child…and yet…I hated my life.

It was boring and felt like it had no meaning.

I didn't love my boyfriend of four years…I don't think I ever did or ever will.

Honestly…I hated my friends. They weren't even my friends.

I didn't like having to hear all the gossip about who has the cutest butt in school or how much money the other has.

I don't even think my parents love me. They don't seem proud of me like The Evans family are of their kids when they bring back a school project with an A…or when they threw Black*Star a congratulations party when he was a freshman and got is very first B-.

I got straight A's and got accepted into some of the hardest colleges…and all my parents did was say good job…kissed my fore head and walked up to bed while papa went to the basement.

I know I probably sound like a jealous, spoiled rotten brat, that shouldn't be complaining.

But I get sick of looking at my life and people telling me how lucky I am to have it…and then look out my window and see the Evans Family.

That is what I call a perfect life.

Having two parents that love each other and kiss each other to welcome each other home. And to have as many kids as they do. So you never feel like you're alone.

Always having someone there to talk to and understand…I never got that growing up…and even now at the age of 17 as I get ready for my last summer vacation before I graduate… I have no one.

I'm alone.

But watching the Evans –even though it's creepy- on my window ledge or on my roof, I feel like it's my own little movie or TV show.

You know how you watch something and say…wow I wish my life was like that, yeah that's what I do.

I watch them jump into their back yard pool and play out side chasing each other with water guns or Liz doing her nails. And think to myself.

'That's what a perfect family is…a family that isn't so perfect…is the perfect family.'