For the next few hours I helped my mom unpack. While helping my mom she started talking about me going to the new school and all. So, after a little while I started to zone out.
"Rayne, are you listening to me?" My mom asked sounding kind of aggravated.
"Hmm? Oh yes, I'm listening."
"Well, your grandmother told me about that Conner boy." WHAT? How could my grandma tell her about him? And why is she bringing him up now after all these years?
"Umm, what about him?" I asked cautiously.
"Just that you two spent a lot of time together. Why didn't you tell me about him?"
"I don't know, mom. What's it matter? He moved and I never saw him again. Mom, I still have to unpack my things. So, I'm going to go upstairs, now." I walked away before she could mention him again and went upstairs.
The fact that I finally got time to myself to unpack my stuff excited me because it meant that we really were staying here, and that it really was my new home, at least until I go off to college in 2 years. I already have my license so that will be good so that my mom doesn't have to drive me to and from school. I'm going to be a junior this year, the new kid in a new school. Not that it bothers me because I'll probably keep to myself anyways like I usually do. I thought about this as I unpacked my things. In a way I was excited to go to school. I still had a month to go until school actually started, but I actually do like school. I was excited for my classes this year. You see, I'm in mostly advanced classes, and I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty excited to learn some new things. One of my favorite things at our old house, during the school year that is, was having homework, because it meant I wouldn't have to be around my parents. Homework was always the greatest excuse to escape to my room for a few hours. I unpacked all of my clothes in to my new closet, which was pretty big so I didn't even really need the dresser. I put my laptop on my desk and plugged it in so it would charge. I turned it on so I could check my email. When I logged onto my email site I was surprised to see I had an email. I usually email my grandmother, so that's really the only reason I even have an email address. So, when I looked at the email address and noticed it wasn't familiar to me at all, I got curious, who wouldn't? So, I clicked on the email and started to read it.
Rayne, I know this may come as a surprise to you, but I miss you. And I want to see you as soon as possible. We need to talk but not on here. I hope to see you soon. Bye.
The oddest thing about this email was that the email address seemed to have been deleted right after this email was sent to me. Even odder is the fact that the person who sent it to me never said who they were, but somehow they knew who I was. That night I couldn't get to sleep for a while because I kept thinking about that strange email, and for some reason I kept getting the feeling like someone was watching me. Finally, I grabbed my portable cd player, I still hadn't gotten around to hooking up my stereo, checked to make sure a cd was in it, told myself to stop being so paranoid, and finally fell asleep listening to music. The next morning I told my mom I was going to go into town to do some shopping and to just look around. She said she wanted to go with me and I thanked the lord when she said she had too much to do around the house. So I got into my black 99 Saab that my dad bought my yesterday, while my mom and I unpacked, and drove into town. I parked along the curb and got out to walk into some shops, when I got that feeling again. I glanced across the street and saw a black BMW with tinted windows that were practically black. Out of all the cars along the street this one stuck out at me. I ignored the gnawing sensation in my brain and walked on. I found a book store that reminded me of the one I worked in at home and decided to go in a ask for an application. The lady at the counter's name was Ann, and she was very nice. She told me I could just fill out the application here if I wanted and she'd call if they wanted to set an appointment.
"You know I thank heaven's that you're applying to work here because I think it's high time I retired." She said.
I smiled politely. When she asked what my name was I told her then handed her my application and said it was nice meeting her and that I had to go. She smiled and said, "Have a nice day." And I said the same to her. I walked on a little farther down the street and came to a little store. I went in and saw how cheap the clothes were and decided to buy a few pairs of jeans. Maybe that will fill up some of the empty space in my closet. That's when the sensation hit me again. I looked out the window in the front of the store and saw that same BMW parked right outside. When I saw the BMW the second time I automatically thought of the strange email I received the night before. That's when I decided to head home.