Well, I changed more of the story. I am now going threw all my stories just to reread
them and see if I have a new idea with them. Which I actually do with this story. Keep
reading to find out!
“Why, hello Mr.” said the lady that lived there.
“Hi, I am Mr. Smell, your next door neighbor, and this is my daughter Lacey.”
“Well, come in and meet my family!” she sounded real happy. Great I thought. “Boys
you get down here or no winter jackets for you!” she yelled up the stairs.
Yes, I thought they were from a warm state! I can’t believe it I hadn’t notice it
before. The lady had a nice tan, and I looked at the coats and they were thin! They were
going to be gone in no time. Then I heard two people ran down the stairs.
“Oh and by the way I am Mrs. Flowers,” said our new next door neighbor.
“So what is the big surprise?” asked the man.
“Henry this is Mr. Smell, and his daughter Lacey.” God, how I hate my last
name, and first name, it is so stupid. Then a boy about my age walked in the room.
“Mom if I have to come down I will, but I have a lot of unpacking to do.”
“Well, put that aside.”
And the next thing I knew I had to take the next door boy (Tommy) to the ski
lodge with me. Great know what Nikkie is going to think? When I got there I saw Nikkie
right away, and walked up to her.New --
“Fine, but I am only staying for a little while,” I said. I got in the car and
buckled. The only reason you had to buckle is because there are a lot of hills and if you
fall off of one you better have your buckle on if you want any chance of survival. We
didn’t talk for the five minute car ride. Finally, my dad pulled in the driveway. He got
out and I followed him. He ran to the door and I walked really slowly. He rang the
doorbell, and it was really cheerful. It sounded like it came from a warm state. Finally,
a lady answered the door. She had dirty blond hair with a few gray hairs in it. I could
tell she was a little older maybe around 50. She also wore a long sleeve shirt with a snow
man on it and jeans.
“Hello,” said the lady.
“Good morning,” said my dad. “Isn’t it such a lovely day to move?” Oh, my god,
why did my dad have to try small talk?
“I’ve been in better,” said the lady. My dad nodded like he agreed. God, I just
can’t wait until she moves into a retirement home fifty miles away.
“I am your next door neighbor, Mr. Smell, but you can just call me Bob, and this is
Lacey my daughter,” said my dad. Oh, I just love how he has to drag me to these little
meetings with the neighbors.
“Hi, I am Mrs. Flower but you can just call me Rachel,” said the women. “Oh, and
you may come in.” She opened the door wider. My dad walked in and I followed. God, did I
mention how much I hate meeting new people that aren’t my age and will move away in less
than a year? I and then I almost made an oh-my-god face. There were coats hanging up on
hangers. They were super thin. Like summer coats from a really hot place. Then I noticed
the shoes that were on the floor right by the door. They were opened toe shoes. These
people will be gone in no time!
I took off my shoes and coat just like my dad. Then we moved in the living room. They
already had everything set up. I sat down in a chair and so did my dad. Then Mrs. Flowers
put down some cookies on the table. Then two men walked into the room. Well, I should say
an older man and a guy who looked my age.
“Rachel, who was at the door?” asked the older guy.
“Oh, Henry our neighbors were at the door,” said Mrs. Flowers. “Henry this is Mr.
Smell and his daughter Lacey. Oh, Tommy I didn’t see you there! Mr. Smell and Lacey this
is Tommy.” Oh, just joy. We all knew each other. Great…now can I go skiing? Then my
dad, Mr. and Mrs. Flowers started to have a nice conversation about the weather. Can you
just leave now before you freeze your butts off? I drifted off. I heard the same
conversation before with all the other neighbors. I have no idea how much time passed, but
the next thing I knew my dad was saying my name.