Chapter 1: part 1
~~~SARALYN'S POV~~~
I sighed in disappointment as my sister, Carmen, and I looked up at a house across the street from where we stood. The house of my Aunt Rebecca and Uncle Carl. Don't get me wrong, I love my aunt and uncle... but they have a bit of an obsession. What's the obsession, you may ask? Two words: ghost hunting. Uncle Carl has been crazy about ghosts ever since he learned how to walk and talk. Aunt Rebecca is a little more on the normal side, but I can tell that my uncle's craziness is rubbing off on her.
"Can't we stay at a hotel or something? Mom and Dad will never know!" I said.
"No way." Carmen said. "I know that you think that Aunt Becca and Uncle Carl are weird..."
"YOU think that too!"
"Anyways... Mom and Dad said that staying with our aunt and uncle will help us 'bond' and 'find things in common' and 'get along with each other' or something." I groaned.
I guess in the midst of my complaining, I'll introduce myself. My name is Saralyn Matthews, but my friends call me Sara. The only people who call me Saralyn are teachers and my parents when they're angry. I live in a town called Timberwoods, which is in Montana, with my parents and my sister, Carmen. The reason Carmen and I are staying with my aunt and uncle is my parents are currently cruising through the Bahamas. I BEGGED my parents to take me with them, but they wouldn't budge whatsoever, so I'm stuck here.
Carmen and I looked at each other nervously. We slowly started walking across the street. All of a sudden, a boy zoomed down the streets, crashing into me. I cried out and fell to the ground.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" the boy said, helping me up.
"It's all right." I said. "Just some internal bleeding, that's all."
The boy smiled. "I haven't seen you around before." he said. "I'm Danny Fenton."
"I'm Saralyn. You can call me Sara. This is my sister, Carmen." I said. "I've heard of your parents. Aren't they ghost hunters?" Danny nodded.
"Great. More crazy ghost fans..." Carmen mumbled.
"DANNY!" a voice cried.
We turned around. Two people, a goth girl dressed in purple and black and a nerd with technology falling out of his pockets, were running towards us.
"What is it, guys?" Danny asked.
"There's a g-!" the goth girl said. She saw Carmen and me and stopped.
"Uh..." the geek said. He leaned over and whispered something in Danny's ear. Danny's eyes widened.
"I got to go." he said, turning to me. "Welcome to Amity Park. I bet we'll see a lot of each other in the future. Come on, guys... Tucker?"
But Tucker wasn't paying attention to Danny. He was too busy staring at me.
"Hey, there. I'm Tucker Foley. That's T.F. as in too fine!" he said.
"Uh...?" I said. The girl came up and grabbed Tucker's ear.
"OW! OW! OW!" Tucker said. She dragged him away. "CALL ME!"
Carmen and I waited until they were out of sight before we doubled over in laughter. We walked up to the house and knocked on the door. Uncle Carl opened the door. He is a tall, rather chunky man with blonde hair and brown eyes that were always crinkled into a smile. He wore a checkered t-shirt and trousers.
"Carmen! Sara!" Uncle Carl cried, giving both of us a big hug.
"Hi, Uncle Carl." Carmen said. "Going golfing again?"
Uncle Carl nodded and smiled. "Auntie Becca is in the kitchen, making dinner." he said. "If you go upstairs, the 2nd and 3rd doors on the left are your rooms. The bathroom is on the right."
Carmen and I nodded and raced upstairs. I set my stuff down on my bed, which was nicely made with big, white pillows and a large chevron blanket with gray, white, yellow, and light blue zig-zag stripes. Up against the wall was a big white vanity with three drawers on each side and a mirror placed in the center. Next to it was another mirror, but this one was full-length. There was a small bookshelf hanging on the wall with some books already stocked inside. The walls were a lilac color, with pictures of myself and my family from past years.
Aunt Rebecca and Uncle Carl were definitely expecting us. I walked over to the bookshelf and scanned the books. Carmen came down the hallway and leaned against the door frame.
"Hey, that Danny guy is kind of cute, huh?" she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"What?" I said, slamming a book shut. "Get real, Carmen. Don't you have anything better to do than play Matchmaker for your 14-year-old sister?"
"Hey, you're almost 15. You're practically grown up!"
Carmen giggled and I rolled my eyes.