(August 31th 2000, 2:20 PM)
The house next to the Burches had been empty for a good while now. Indeed, the previous owner of the house, an old lady named Susan Willoughby, had perished in a gruesome and tragic car accident, caused by a drunk father of two in a blue shirt, visibly in a full chase with three police cars.
So, what was Timmy's surprise when he took a glance out the window from his desk and saw a black car parking in front of the old garage's metallic door.
A kind of tall woman got out from the driver's seat. She was holding her face in her hands, seemingly worried, her deep red lipstick slightly smudging on her right cheek.
-"Are you sure this is the right house, Ryan ?" she said, her tone confirming her worry.
-"It should be. The mayor said it was the one next to the house with a wheelchair ramp, and it's the only house with a ramp in town !"
-"I hope so ! Call the movers, now that we have the right adress."
Oh ! New neighbors ? Nice !
Timmy laughed to himself. They clearly are not ready for all the crazy stuff that's going on and will be going on in this town.
Timothy then lingered to the back of the car, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his window sill.
He observed a pair of legs on the backseat, the rest of the stranger's body hidden by the door. Their child, maybe ? Great, that makes one more kid in town. The start of the school year was tomorrow, this sudden moving couldn't have happened at a better time.
The woman then opened the rear door, still masking the child's face behind her long, orange dress.
Timmy withdrew from the window : this kid's identity shall remain a mystery until tomorrow morning.
In any case, he hoped for another sixth grader, because he believed there were enough older kids in town. Also, being a sixth grader is a nice social status to have : it makes the task of intimidating elementary school kids easier.
And this task could be even easier when you had super cool psychic powers.