“No.” I shook my head, looking back out the window, wishing she’d go away. “I saw that we have new neighbors,” she continued. She got sick whenever she drank the bottle drinks. She was smiling, but her eyes were teary, and her clothes were wrinkly. I turned my head to see my mom leaning on my bedroom doorframe. No one had lived there for a long time, and even before then it was just old people.Ī big tree stood between our houses, but I could still see through the green leaves. I leaned on my windowsill, checking out the house next door, alive with music and light. Other girls in my neighborhood didn’t dress like that, and she was pretty, too. There was a kid living next door now-probably ten years old like me-and I’d smiled when I saw that she wore baseballs caps and Chucks.
I wanted to go and meet our new neighbors, but I was nervous. I kept repeating it over and over again, trying to get my heart to stop beating so fast.
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