It is colder in Kennewick than Seattle. There isn’t snow on the ground or anything, it’s just cold. - Sunny, cold and windy. I already hate it. The wind from last night is still blowing, although not as badly. But it feels like it cuts right through me. Like sharp knives as it blows past me. It made me miss the calming sound of the rain in Seattle. At least in Seattle, I knew I would get wet.
I already miss the mountains too and the forest trees outside of the old house. Kennewick seems more open and brown. Everything just looks… dead. I didn’t think there was a place in Washington this brown. But here I am. Every plant, grass, flower, is dead. Or maybe it just seems that way to me.
“Here.” Stephanie tosses a sweater at me, before she walks around the car. “You’ll want that this morning.”
The sweater feels warm, I throw it around my arms as fast as I can and climb in the car.
“Thanks” I say between chattering teeth.
“I’m sorry we keep giving you stuff. But it will stop soon.”
“Soon? I thought this was the last gift?” I twist the necklace in my fingers. Already afraid I'll lose it.
“Yes of course that’s the last one. But everything is new for you, and we’ve been waiting for you.”
“What do you mean waiting for me?”
“I mean.” She poses for a moment. “You’re the first kid we’ve had. So it’s new for us too.” She says apologetically.
“It’s okay.” I chuckle a little. “It’s just a bit much to take in.”
“Yeah…. Sorry.” She bites her lip. “Did you at least sleep well?”
“Yes, everything is nice, Except….” I hesitate thinking about the night’s events. Do I tell her about creepy guy? It takes me all of 5 seconds to decide not to tell her. She would surly kick me out for being crazy. “…except for the wind.” I mutter.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you about our wind storms. We have the best wind storms." She says with excitement. "I always sleep so well when they come around. But then again, I did grow up around wind. You’ll get use to them.”
“Seattle had them too. But normally you can see them coming. Last night there wasn’t any sign of a storm.”
“I know, right? It’s so different here. The weather changes quickly. You’ll see, by the time this afternoon comes around you’ll be dieing to take your sweater off. That’s the part I hate about here, you never know what to wear.”
“That must be frustrating.” I mutter softly.
We pull into the school’s parking lot and yet again Stephanie shows off her perfection. We weren't too early that anyone would notice the new freak and we weren’t late.
“I teach theater at the high school. So you can find me there if you need anything.”
“Thanks, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I assured her, and myself.
“Well, at least that’s where you’ll go when you want a ride home” She smiles as she gets out of the car.
Just as I get out of the car, my eyes caught a touch of black across the street. A chill runs down my spine, as I realize It’s him. The dark man from last night.
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