Moving 5 hours away from your hometown was a lot. You didn’t know anyone there but somehow your mom made the decision to move for a job opportunity.

It was a fairly small town, 3000 people to be exact. Which meant starting senior year at a high school where everyone already knew each other. It was gonna be hell on earth.

The car drives slowly through the town, you watch the people, they were going by their business in their small town attire. It was weird watching the small two story houses after growing accustomed to the skyscrapers at home.

Eventually your mom pulled up to your house. Blue… kinda old. But nice. As you stepped out of the car you were hit by the smell of rain, more specifically wet forest…. Comforting. The house was right by the forest… not scary at all, no, you wouldn’t stay awake thinking a skinwalker would tap at your window.

With a deep sigh you pick up your bag and make your way into the house. The interior was about as grand as the outside… not at all. Your room was on the second floor. It was fairly big and luckily a bed was there. It would take some time to make this room truly yours.

The window was looking over at the forest… great. Just gre-

You see two boys walk out of the forest holding a bucket? Was it fish? The first guy was a bit older than you, maybe college age. But the other guy looked about your age. Tall… ginger hair. You watch as they make their way to the house next to yours. Then your mom walks into the backyard to greet them. They speak for a few minutes before your mom points directly at your window. You quickly duck down so they can’t see you hoping to god that your mom doesn’t embarrass you in front of your new neighbors.