Jo: Hey Everyone!
Em: Yeah, sorry we haven't updated in a while
Jo: That was actually my fault lol. I had the whole of chappy three on paper, and couldn't be bothered, or didn't have the time to type it up.
Em: But you only just came back from Spain yesterday
Jo: I suppose. Oh, well, another dose of A Blast From The Past! By the way Em, I love your new story, I think its called Liar Liar.
Em: Awww thanks! Anyway dudes, don't forget to R&R!
Jo: Coz we know where you live…
I don't like flying. Never liked it.
I asked my dad if I could go by boat, but he said it would take too long.
So guess who won?
He was there when I got off the plane, with my new step mom and stepsister.
Did I mention her?
I had to sit next to Kelly Prescott all the way through the ceremony and dinner.
My dad even made me DANCE with her.
She told me I would make loads of new friends and she'd introduce me to all the right people.
She also said she was class president and she would put me forward to be vice. Apparently we would make a great team.
I didn't take any of it in. I wasn't here to make friends. I was here to go to school, get my qualifications and move back to New York, saving people's lives as a doctor.
Not mess about with Kelly Prescott and her cronies.
Oh, and another thing, she refused to change her name.
Her mom did; of course, she HAD too, but Kelly? Oh no.
She kissed me; Kelly did, once I got off the plane (on the cheek, thank god). So did Sara.
My dad just pulled me in for a manly hug.
"Good to see you son" He said, squeezing me a little too hard.
"Um dad? Can we get my bags now? I don't want some random hobo running off with them"
"Of course" He replied, ruffling my dark hair.
"Hobo Jesse! You are a doll!" Kelly giggled, holding my arm.
I need a restraining order for that girl.
Once my bags were all secure, we went off and got into my dad's car.
"Hector, be a gentleman" My dad whispered sternly in my ear, so no one else could hear.
I opened the car door for Kelly and winced and my name.
I am normally a gentleman, but Kelly, she's not even a woman, OR and girl.
She's a drag queen.
Well, she looks like one, with al the make up she puts on.
I had a conversation with Sara about my name.
Sara: Oh, you must be Hector, your father has told me all about you!
Me: Call me Jesse ma'am
Sara: Such a polite young man! But why Jesse?
Me: My father's father was called Hector; and my dad wanted to call me that, so I suppose my mom was too tired to argue. My mom nicknamed me Jesse, and it kind of grew on my dad. He now only calls me Hector when I'm in trouble, or he's cross with me.
Sara: Oh, okay Jesse.
Me: By the way, congratulations!
That was how it went. Or something like that.
"Jesse, you're just going to love this house!" Sara simpered.
"No, he's not" Kelly grumbled, slouching back in her seat.
"Why aren't I?" I asked curiously.
The one thing I hate is people deciding things for me. I hadn't even seen the new house yet, so how could they tell me if I liked it or not.
"Because it's old, and icky and creepy!" She shivered, now sitting up straight.
"H-How old?" I stammered, jolting upwards and gripping the headrest so hard my knuckles turned white.
"About eighteenth century, why, are you frightened?" Sara asked.
"No, no" My dad butted in "Jesse just has a thing about old buildings" He let out a strained laugh.
You can say that again.
"Oh, well, Jesse won't like the school then, it was built around the same time as our house" Laughed Sara.
Great. Just great.
So I'm attending a three hundred year old school, and living in a house built in the 1800's.
We pulled up at a beautiful house. It was truly gorgeous; it had Victorian style turrets, flowers all around the door, and shrubs all in the garden.
My dad told me it had won the most tasteful house in Carmel.
And I didn't want to go anywhere near it.
I did though.
I didn't want Kelly thinking I was a scardy cat.
The house was just as lovely inside as it was outside, maybe even nicer. I recognized most of mine and my dad's stuff. There also was a lot of stuff I didn't recognize.
"I have to show you your room!" Squealed Kelly.
Well, for someone who didn't like the house, she sure seemed interested in my room.
I wonder why?
I reluctantly let Kelly lead me to it.
It was a really nice room, and it had most of my stuff that Gran had shipped over earlier this week.
My room had two navy blue walls and two light blue walls. My floor was light blue, and I had a navy bedspread to match. I had my sliver laptop on a glass desk, and I had a glass bookshelf, just big enough to fit all my books on.
My dad had made sure I had the room with the en-suite. He even got it fitted all modern and blue, to go with my room.
"Jesse, you've got the best view" Kelly pointed out.
I turned around.
My dad had fitted a window seat into my bay window.
I suppose now all I wanted to do was grab a book, sit down, relax and read.
But I couldn't.
Do you want to know why?
Someone was sitting there.
Someone I'd never seen before. Ever. They weren't related to me, my dad, Sara or Kelly.
I looked at Kelly. She hadn't noticed the intruder.
She just stood there, staring at me.
"Like the view?" She just said. My dad joined her in the doorway.
He saw my expression, which might I add, wasn't a very pleasant one.
"Oh no Jesse, not again"