A/N: This is the second chapter of my story. Oh, by the way, Latvia is a real country, but i don't think anything i said about it is actually true. Oh and i'm also planning on posting this on fictionpress so if you see it on there it's by me. Ok well i hope you all enjoy this!
The taxi pulled up in front of a small white cottage like house that had about a foot of snow surrounding it. There was a small porch that had one of those swinging chairs on it. In all, it looked pretty decent. Much better than the house we had to live in when we were in Brazil. In front of our house there was a moving van with men hauling out furniture, that my dad had ordered for the house before we left Australia, and taking it into the house. Stepping out of the car, I slowly took in all of my surroundings. It was all white. The snow was white. The sky was white from the fog. The fence was white. Even the house was white. If there hadn't been any windows you could probably mistake the house for a huge snow-hill. I noticed that the rest of the neighborhoods houses were all white too. In one of the windows of the house to my right, there was a little boy with light brown hair who looked to be about seven years old, watching the movers unload everything. He looked up and saw me looking at him. He smiled shyly. I smiled back and waved. The little boy turned and started talking to someone next to him that I couldn't see because of the window curtain. I turned and headed up toward the house as Frank called me to come in and take a tour of the house. Inside the house looked plain. It had a good sized kitchen and gave me plenty of space to cook for myself, and my dad when he was home. The living room was pretty big and had some cool antiques. It turns out that instead of just two bedrooms there's three so my dad had made it into my own office kinda thing. He wouldn't really need it much since he didn't bring his work home with him. As I dragged my suit cases up to my room that the movers had finished putting all the furniture in, I wondered how long we were going to stay in Latvia. My dad had told me that this would be the last time we needed to move, but this isn't the first time he's said that so I didn't know what was going to happen. I'm not even sure if I want to stay here, but I guess I'll have to figure that out later. I stepped into my bedroom and looked around. I had my own bathroom and a small walk-in closet. The walls had been painted a dark blue. I thanked God that it wasn't white. "At least I get my own bathroom." I muttered under my breath. I was always in a bad mood after moving. The second room my dad was letting me use was like a charcoal black. It was smaller than my room, but still pretty big. I noticed that the computer was already set up. I walked out of that room and back into my bedroom. I started unpacking my clothes and putting them into the dresser that was by the window, but when I opened the top drawer I found an old black and white photo. There were nine people in the picture. Every single person in the picture was beautiful beyond belief, but two of the peoples features were hazy and harder to distinguish. From what I could tell they were both males. I flipped the photograph over to the back and there was the date the picture was taken, In 1922. I set the photograph down on my dresser and taking my own pictures out of boxes. Most of them were of me with a few friends that I had made, a few with me and my dad and one of me and my mom when I was a baby. I always found a good place to put the picture of my mom in my room. Growing up all my friends had moms, so it was nice to know that I have had one. When I finished unpacking I headed back downstairs to help my dad with whatever he was doing. Instead of finding my dad himself though, I found a note. I didn't even have to read it to know what it said. It was the same as always, he always had to leave for work before we have even settled into our new home. If you could call it a home since we hardly stayed in one place long enough. .I sighed and walked over to the couch in the living room where I sat for a few minutes staring out the window. Soon I was drifting off to sleep. Chapter four I woke up to the sound of the doorbell. I sighed and got up slowly, dragging my feet as I went over to the door. I opened to find the little boy, who had been watching the movers, there with a girl who looked to be my age standing to the side of him. She was tall, skinny and had red hair. "Hi! I'm Jacob!" said the little boy. "This is my sister Tanile!" "Hi." I said smiling. "You can call me Tami. Everyone does. Beside I hate being called Tanile. Only my mom calls me that." I got the impression that she wasn't a shy person at all and that she liked to speak her mind. "I'm Lynn. I just moved here." Way to state the obvious. I thought to myself. "Where did you move from" she asked sounding curious. "Australia" "Wow, you gave up Australia for this dump." "I had to move because of my dad's job" "Oh, well…." She was interrupted by her little brother. "Do you have any brothers or sisters" he asked hopefully, looking behind me for any other sign of life. "I'm afraid not. Just me and my dad here." He pouted "Aww.. but I wanted to have a friend to play with." He was so cute right then that I just wanted to pick him up and give him a hug. With that he turned around and started walking home. Leaving me and Tami here at my house. "Well…" said Tami "have you seen anything here in town yet?" "Um, no. I just got here this morning and I have been busy packing since morning." I told her. "Oh, well I'm heading into town to get some school supplies today. I can give you a tour while we're there." I thought it over. Frank probably wasn't going to be home until late tonight. Late being two in the morning. Also, I still needed school supplies as well. "Yeah sure" I replied. "Just let me go get my sweatshirt and some money." I ran up stairs to my room. Something felt different in here, but I didn't really linger on that feeling. My sweatshirt was on the bed. I grabbed it and took my purse out of my carry on bag. Running back down the stairs, I pulled my sweatshirt over my head. I stepped out my front door with my purse in hand. I was excited just to get out of the house. Although it was a nice house I was probably going to be spending most of my time there alone. I've always had a thing about being in a house alone. "Okay I got everything." I said to Tami. We started walking to her car, it was a beat up old pick-up truck, but it looked like it could still run really well. "So how old are you?" Tami asked. "I'm seventeen. I'm starting my senior year of high school this year." I told her. "Oh, really? Me too. I mean I'm seventeen and starting senior year as well." She told me. "What high school are you going too?" "I'm going to West Latvia High school" I said. "Oh, cool! That's my school too!" she exclaimed. By this time we had reached her car. Just as I opened the car door, I noticed a guy who looked to be both mine and Tami's age across the street. From what I could tell by how far apart we were, he was one of those tall dark and handsome kind of guys, the type girls make fools of themselves over. He looked like he was a goth. Not really my type since I usually had crushes on tall blonde sufer type guys, but then again I've never had a boyfriend to really know what my type was. It's not like I hadn't ever been asked out before, because I have, I just don't let guys come close enough to become my boyfriend. I always think of how I'll end up moving so why bother saying yes. I continued to look at the guy. He looked so familiar, but I knew he couldn't figure out where I could've met him. "Who's that?" I asked Tami, pointing to the guy across the street. At first she looked puzzled as she looked at the guy I was pointing too, but then she gasped in what sounded like surprise. "Oh my god! I think that's Derick!" as if he heard his name the boy looked at us. His eyes locked on mine. I then felt like I was put under a spell. But as soon as he had looked over at us he looked away and continued walking. I couldn't help, but think about how beautiful his eyes were. They looked like ebony black. Tami didn't seemed to notice him ever looking at us because she continued on with whatever she was saying. "Oh My God! That is him! What is he doing here?" she asked herself. Well, I figured she was asking herself because I had no clue why she was acting like it was so amazing that this Derick guy was walking down the street. "Um…who exactly is Derck?" "Only the hottest guy in school. Besides my boyfriend Danny of couse. He's a goth though, but know one cares. He won't go out with anyone even though he probably gets asked out three times a week at least. He has a brother Fredrick who is dating this one girl, I think he name is Elizabeth, they've been together since sophomore year. That's when they all came to this school. Derick, Elizabeth and Fredrick I mean. She paused and sighed. "Practically every girl in school would give anything just for Fredrick or Derick to notice them." She sighed one last time and then got into her car. I looked up and dowm the street to see if Derick was still there. He wasn't. I turned and got into the car. Tami had already started the engine. 'Derick' I thought. 'I like that name.'