What if Drew, the awkward kid, had an older sister? So, it turns out, she moves to Lodlow, finds friends and her first love. Strange events begin after they bury Drew's beloved dog.
Pet Cemetery
I didn't really think about death before, although there have been many reasons for this in recent months. Even when such thoughts came to mind, I could not imagine that everything would happen this way.
Holding my breath, I stared across the great hall straight into the happy eyes of the bloodhound.
Undoubtedly, it is worth giving your life for another person, and even more so for a loved one. It's even noble!
I knew that I had put my life in danger by coming to Ludlow, but I did not regret it, despite the chilling fear.
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
In the northeast of the state of Masanchuss there is a small town of Ludlow, where the weather is almost always cloudy. There is more precipitation there than in the entire United States. My mother ran away from this dreary, dreary city, taking me with her when I was only a few months old. Then she still decided to stay, there she met her love. Until I was fourteen, I went to this terrible city every summer, and then I rebelled, and for the last three summers my father took me to California for two weeks.
And that's why I'm moving to Ludlow and of my own free will. The decision was not easy for me, because I hated this city fiercely.
I liked Phoenix with its dazzling bright sun, heat, noise and eternal anxiety.
"Staysy," Dad called, and I guessed what he was going to say. —It's not too late to change your mind," she suggested for the thousandth time.
I'm not really going to leave my dad. Although he has someone who will take care of him.
in order for the bills to be paid on time, the refrigerator was not empty, and there was enough gasoline in the car, but still…
"I want to leave," I said firmly. I've always been able to lie, and lately I've been repeating these words so often that I almost believed in them myself.
"Say hello to your mom," Charlie said.
"I'll do it," I sighed.
"We're breaking up for a while." "Please don't forget that you can come back any minute... if anything happens, call me and I'll come get you."
"Don't worry about anything," I said confidently. - Everything will be fine. Dad, I love you!
So, there is a four-hour transfer ahead, then a transfer, and finally an hour by car to Ludlow. I liked flying, but I didn't like spending an hour in the car with my stepfather.
No, Gass behaved flawlessly and seemed genuinely glad that I decided to move in with them. He's already enrolled me in school. The problem was that neither Gass nor I were talkative, and we had almost nothing to discuss. No doubt my decision to leave Phoenix surprised him a lot: Like my mother, I didn't hide the fact that I hated Ludlow.
Ludlow greeted me with torrential rain. However, I took the downpour not as a bad sign, but rather as something inevitable. I've already said goodbye to the sun.
Gass came for me in a patrol car. I also foresaw this, because for all Ludlow residents, Gass is the chief of police.
Going down the plane ramp, I slipped and fell right into my mother's arms.
"Good to see you, Stacey ," Amanda said, gently lowering me to the ground. —You haven't changed much. How is he?" He's fine. It's nice to meet you too, Dad. "I only called him behind his back.
What can I talk to them about?
I had very little luggage. The California wardrobe didn't fit. My mom and I tried to buy more warm clothes and spent a lot of money, but what we bought was clearly not enough.
It's great that you can be alone with yourself, mindlessly look at the raindrops and cry a little. Although no, I will not cry now, I will leave this pleasure for the night. Especially since I have to go to school tomorrow.
Ludlow High School had three hundred and fifty-seven students, and I had three hundred and fifty-eight students with me. In Phoenix, only more people studied on my parallel! The locals are not very mobile, so my classmates know all the details about each other. I'll still be considered new in five years.
My skin is olive in color, and there is not a hint of blue eyes and light or even reddish hair in it. My figure is slim, but not athletic: a complete lack of coordination and poor reaction excluded me from all my clothes on a low pine table, I took out toiletries and went to wash. After looking at herself in the mirror, she carefully combed her wet, tangled hair. I hope it's all about the lighting — the complexion seemed yellowish and somehow painful. My skin can be radiant and translucent, especially if I apply makeup, but I didn't use makeup today.
Even after crying enough, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. The constant noise of rain and the rustle of wind interfered. I covered my head with a blanket and then put a pillow on top, but sleep came only after midnight, when the rain turned into a drizzle.
When I looked out of the window in the morning, I saw only a thick fog. Not a single ray of sunlight penetrated through the dirty gray clouds, and I felt like I was trapped in a cage.
Breakfast was quiet, and Amanda wished me good luck at school. I tried to answer as politely as possible, knowing full well that he does not hope for anything — we are not particularly friends with luck. Gass left first—it looks like his real home was the police station. Left alone, I looked around the small kitchen: a square oak table, three completely different chairs, dark panels, bright yellow cabinet drawers and white linoleum. My mom painted the drawers yellow eighteen years ago, hoping to lure the sun into the kitchen. Adjoining the kitchen was a tiny living room with framed photographs above the mantelpiece.
I didn't want to be the first one to show up at school, but I couldn't stay in this house anymore. Putting on my jacket, which was thick and uncomfortable, I went outside, took out the key hidden under the eaves, and closed the door. His heavy boots squelched unpleasantly in the mud.