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Merryweather won 24-14. Although Clare wasn't the biggest football fan, actually she didn't know a thing about the game, she enjoyed being there. People were less focused on her and more on the game.

Adam's house was definitely not as big as Goldsworthy Manor. But it was still beautiful. Clare admired the fine detail that made up the house. Her favorite part of the house was the wrapped around porch. She's always wanted one of those.

Clare wanted to be an architect when she got older. That was probably why she picked Goldsworthy Manor as her and her mother's new home. Helen had given Clare the privilege of picking their next house. Clare picked Goldsworthy Manor, and her mother fell in love with the idea. Clare knew she would, she is a historian after all.

Clare hoped that this move would be the last. Since her father died, the two have moved a total of 8 times. Each time Clare had to leave her friends and her life. It hurt her to know she would never see them again.

"Clare, Adam told me you just moved here a few days ago. How do you like Empireville?" Adam's mother handed her a paper plate and motioned for her to help herself to the multiple pizzas on the kitchen counter.

"I really like it." Clare smiled as she placed a piece of pizza on her plate. "I'm hoping to go exploring this weekend, after I finish unpacking."

"Or start repacking."

Clare gulped. She knew that voice, it was Eli's.

She looked around, wondering if the Torres family had heard him. Luckily they didn't

"I could go with you, if you wanted me to." Adam said.

Clare smiled. "That would be great." She walked over to the table and sat own next to Adam.

"They can't hear me, Clare. I can control who hears me also."

Clare tried to ignore Eli. She listened to the conversation that Adam and his brother Drew were having.

"I know its annoying you, Clare. Not being able to know where I am, but being able to see me."

Clare ignored him again, bringing the pizza to her lips, she bit into it.

Clare wanted to know where he was. But she didn't want to give Eli that satisfaction of being right. So she did her best to listen to Adam and not to him.

"I know what you're doing. You're trying to ignore me."

Clare took another bite of pizza.

"If you'd just move out of my house, I'd leave you alone."

Clare took a sip of her soda.

"Meet me in their bathroom."

Clare froze, Should she go? Should she stay? She didn't know what to do.

Clare leaned over and whispered in Adam's ear. "Where's your bathroom?"

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Clare entered the bathroom cautiously. Turning on the light, she was him again. Eli was leaning against the bathroom wall.

"I see you haven't told your mom you want to leave." Eli said as we walked towards Clare. Clare backed up a little.

"Obviously." She crossed her arms a cross her chest. "And I don't plan on telling her I want to leave because I don't plan on leaving. That is unless you want to tell me about your death."

Eli huffed. "Are you still on that?"

"Why did you tell me to come to the bathroom?"

"Well it seems that we have productive conversations while in the bathroom."

Clare rolled her eyes.

"I'm just asking out to leave. That's all I want. I want you and your mother to leave my house. It's that simple Clare."

"I never told you my name." Clare arched an eyebrow.

"I found it out."

"How?"

Eli lifted a notebook from behind his back and smirked.

"Well this helped."

Clare gasped. "That's my journal! You read my journal?" Eli tossed the green journal from one hand to the other.

"Yes I did. You read mine. So it only seemed fair."

"I only read one entry. How much did you read?" Clare asked angrily.

"The whole thing." Eli lifted an eyebrow, waiting for her response. He knew it would piss her off. That's what he wanted. He wanted to get her mad at him. If she was mad, she would leave.

"You ass." Clare grabbed the journal out of his hands. "This holds my all my secrets and you read it!"

"My notebook holds secrets too. But that didn't stop you from reading mine."

"I thought you were dead for crying out loud. I didn't think it would matter if I read a dead boy's notebook." Clare turned around and placed a hand on the door knob. Before she could push it open Eli spoke.

"Clare, I'm sorry I read your notebook. If it makes you feel better, I'll give you mine so you can read it."

Eli wanted her to leave his house, but reading her journal might have been a little much. She had a point, she thought he was dead.

Clare blinked and turned back to Eli. "Are you serious?"

"Yes I am."

Clare smiled and walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, back to the kitchen.

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When Clare got home, she walked up to her room. On her bed was the black notebook. She smiled to herself. Eli had kept his promise. She quickly jumped on the bed and opened the book to a random page.

September 19th 1955

Felicity gave me an early Christmas present. A secret room. She said that she has been working on it for a while, mostly when I wasn't home, seen as the room's entrance is in my closet. She told me it's for when I want to be alone. When I don't want people disturbing me. I don't know how she made it. She had to of had some help. There was no way possible that my sister could have made that by herself. But I didn't ask questions. I told her how much it meant to me. She was happy that I liked it. I'm sitting down here right now. Felicity helped me bring down a desk so I could write down here. It's kind of cold, but I'm not complaining. We have to go to a dinner tonight. I hate those things, they're boring. I'm 16 not 50. I could care less about whose getting inducted as the new Empireville traffic police. I'd rather be here. But I have no say it what I do. My parents do though.