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The days where always shorter in this season. Autumn had changed the leaves and colored them red. I smiled, as nature took a drastic change, so did I. When my parents died I had no where to go, and now I was forced to stay with my aunt and uncle untill I became of age. Two more year and then I would be free. untill then I was going to be stuck in the most boring place on earth, Lockhart, West-Verginia. I stared out of the window. The trees where rushing by. "You're going to like what we did to your room Rose" my uncle said looking at me through the mirror. I sincerly doubted that "we'll see, I just hope you didn't paint it pink". His smile disappeared when he saw the look on my face. "you know, it's been three months now. Don't you think you should accept the fact that your parents aren't here anymore?" he said in a more serious tone. "I mean you can't stay sulking forever". Why did everyone think it was so easy to forget the fact that they where my parents and not some kind of unimportant strangers? "I sulk whenever I want and your not going to order me what to do." I said softly as I glared at him through the mirror. He scowled and stopped trying to make a conversation. Finally, some silence. After half an hour I saw the house I was going to live in. I looked around and saw that there hadn't changed anything since I last got here. It was just as boring as I used to be. I sighed, now I would meet the overjoyed aunt. As the car stopped I stepped out of the car to meet her. She was already running out of the house when she'd heared the car stop. "Oh finally you came!" she said enthusiastic. "I thought something had happened!".
The reason she thought that would be that I had a fight with my uncle when he came to get me. I wouldn't want to leave my home and friends behind. Untill now I had been living with a friend of my mother. But she had to move because of a divorce so I became a bother. The next day she called my aunt and uncle and they agreed to take care of me. They where my closest relatives left alive, but I had'nt seen them since I was ten. "Instead of day dreaming, you could help with the bags. I'm not your slave of some sort." my uncle complained. I took two of the heaviest bags and carried them into the house, not much had changed here either. I went up the stairs and looked at my room. Well at least my uncle was right about one thing. The room was totally different from how I'd remembered. It looked more like a living room with a bed in it then something else. At least there was one thing I couldn't complain about. I started to unpack my stuff, after a few minutes I heard my uncle coming upstairs. He was complaining about how heavy it all was. He could be such a wimp I thought as he put my stuff down and acted like he could fall over. "you should have become an actor." I said. He smiled and looked at me "Maybe you should study for being one, you can act just as good.". We laughed and he helped me unpack. that night as I was in my room I heard a noise, it came from outside. I looked out of the window and saw nothing but trees.
The an owl flew up from a tree near me and I nearly had a heart attack. "god, don't let those stupid things scare you, there's nothing out there. It's just trees and animals." I said to myself quietly. I went to bed again. But the sound continued and I fell asleep long after midnight.
"Rise and shine, buttercup" My aunt said as she pulled my curtains open to let the sunlight blind me. "mmhmm close the curtains it's still early" I said before I looked at the clock. It was 1 pm. "Well if you call this early you're going to have to change a bit, love" She smiled "maybe you can go out and explore the woods today, that should bring some color to your face." I sighed and got dressed. Maybe I could get lost somewhere, that should be quite something in this town, I smiled.I said hello to my uncle and grabbed an apple from the bowl in the kitchen. "I'm going out." I said and walked out of the door.
I went to the brook I always went to when I was little, It always seemed to sooth me. I sat down on the small wooden bridged that spanned across it. I hoped there would be at least some other childeren around here. I didn't think there would be any of my age though. As I rested my head on the palms of my hands I drifted away into daydreams. The place where I had parents, where the truck had missed their car and they had returned home only to tell an exciting story. I wouldn't have had to come here. I would still be in my own house. When I sat there I hadn't noticed something was creeping up to me. I only noticed it whena twig broke and I looked up. There was a boy about the age of seventeen in the bushes staring at me. I felt I was turning red and turned my head away. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, his eyes stood hungry. I stood up and wanted to get away as soon as possible. The boy came out of the bushes and came closer. he was about four inches taller then me, he was about just as pale as me and had black hair wich almost fell over his ears. He had it spiked with gel. It somewhat reminded me about the kids who used to sit by the sidelines at school. Those who where rejected by most students. Outcasts most of the students called them. But I felt strangely comforted by him being here. He kept staring at me and I stepped back. "What is your problem?" I asked defencive. He stopped and spoke softly. "My problem? I have many problems and maybe you could solve one of them" With those words he walked forward and crossed the distance between us in a second.I could only stare at him when he raised his hands to grab my shoulder. His hads touched the silver rosary my mother had once worn. "Ah!" He pulled his hand away from me as if he was burned. I raised my hands to the rosary to see if it wasn't gone. "What happened" I asked looking at his fingers, they where red where the silver had touched them. "Nothing" He nearly growled and it looked like he was about to run away. I wasn't wrong because he started to run right after I thought it. "Hey wait! What's your name?" I yelled running after him. He stopped and turned. "Luca" he answered quietly and then he was gone.I walked about a mile on the path at wich I had seen him but I couldn't find him. I went home but I couldn't stop thinking about Luca, how did he vanish so quickly? And why did he burn his fingers on my rosary. I held the silver cross between my fingers and looked at it, for the first time since I was here, I wanted to stay, just to find out who that boy really was. That night I heared the strange sound again, I stood up and carefully walked towards the window. It sounded like there was something in the woods behind the house, probably just a raccoon. I closed my window to silence the sounds and went back to sleep. The next morning I woke up at a normal time, I decided to go to the bridge again to see if Luca was there too. My aunt and uncle where up already but I didn't stop to say hi, I grabbed an appel from the basket and went to the small brook. As I got there, everything was quiet. I sat down on the wooden bridge again, hoping Luca would show up. But I waited and waited, and eventually I fell asleep. When I woke up the sun had almost set and I could hear footsteps. I turned around but saw no one. It was probably my imagination, I sighed and got up. But as I walked towards the house I saw something move from the corner of my eye. I looked and saw that it was Luca, his head was bowed down so that I couldn't see his face right. "Why did you sit on the bridge all day?" he asked quietly. His head raised a bit and his eyes wandered off to my rosary again. He scowled and looked frustrated. "How do you know I did that, you weren't even here." I answered. "That's none of your business." He said just as soft as before. "Well then I'm not going to answer your question either." I said shortly and wanted to walk away but I was still curious. "Why did you have blisters on your fingers yesterday?" I asked, looking at his hands. They where covered in half fingered gloves. the burn marks where covered. "What's your name?" He asked suddenly after a short pause. He acted like he hadn't heared me.