The Bad Boy Stole My Diary

5

As soon as I walked into the house after a stressful day at school my mother bombarded me.

"Hey honey! So you remember when I told you and Chris that we'd meet the next door neighbors?"

She didn't give me a chance to answer.

"Well they invited us to dinner. Well actually, I invited them then they said they'd be more than happy for us to be their guest! Hurry and get dressed we're leaving in an hour." She said. And with that she ran upstairs in a rush.

"What the hell.." I muttered. I already had a small headache from today. But I know my mother too well and she wouldn't let me just skip this.

I sighed with frustration. I guess I was true when I said it would be hard to get away from that idiot Dillon. I'll just ignore him and get this over with.

I went upstairs and deiced on something a little dressy and not too dressy. I don't want to look like a slob while meeting this family. Or at least the rest of the family.

I put on a pale pink A line dress and some tights and then put on some black flats.

"You ready up there Cait?" I heard my mother from the bottom of the stairs.

"No." I muttered.

"Hello?" She calls.

"Im coming im coming!" I say as I spray myself with perfume.

"An hour passed by already?" I ask with a little attitude.

"No, they just called and said we could come over now because they had everything done. Why are you so snappy about meeting our new neighbors?" She eyed me.

I don't want to tell her about Dillon she'd probably say something crazy like, "well he probably likes you". I know he doesn't like me. I despise him too.

My mom just reads too many romance novels.

"Christopher you better get down here! They're expecting us now!" My mother yelled, breaking me out thought.

Chris came down and my mother grabbed her light jacket and we walked across the yard to their house. I was pretty nervous. What if they had a huge family? I don't do well with a lot of people around. Maybe that's why school bothers me.

My mom rings on the doorbell and the same women that greeted me the last time greeted us.

"Hello! Come in!" She says cheerfully.

We enter the house and I'm immediately hit with the smell of baked chicken.

"Oh and dear the last time you stopped by I was too busy to tell you my name.
I'm Mrs. Danielle, but you can just call me Danielle." She smiled and held out her hand. She was so pretty and young looking.

She lead us to a table where there was a young girl and a guy who had dark hair and a nice smile. He's probably the father. I sit next to my mom and Chris sits next to me.

"I don't see a boy my age." He whispers to me. He sounded upset.

"Not everyone has a boy in their family your age." I told him.