You and your family had went to the Creel’s house for dinner with them, since both families had been newly introduced as neighbors.

What could go wrong?

You were at the dinner table while everyone was talking, except you and Henry. You felt uncomfortable around him, he was a very odd child and despite being the same age, you felt uneasy around him. His pale blue eyes basically pierced through your warm soul and his combed back hair seemed as if he used a full tub of gel each day. He barely glanced at you and the others.

But he knew you were there, and that you were thinking about him. Staring at him. Inspecting his every move.

His mother, Virginia Creel, spoke to your mother about the school. His father Victor Creel, spoke to your father about football. And your older sister spoke to his older sister, Alice Creel, about boys and 'girl stuff'.