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The Move
“Alex get down here now!” Andrea shouted upstairs.
A boy with dark brown hair wearing black gym shoes, brown cargo pants, and a black shirt with a flaming eight ball on the front is standing in the middle of his empty room. You could see the dust particles falling to the floor in the morning sun. He then hears the squeaking of the floorboards as his mother walks upstairs.
“Alex lets go your father is waiting,” said Andrea as she enters the room.
“I just don’t understand why we have to move just because dad got a stupid promotion,” said Alex as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Your father’s company moved to a new location, we need to move closer to his work,” said Andrea.
Alex sighs and leaves the room with his mother. They both walk down stairs and out of the house. Andrea goes to her red Mercedes Benz while Alex walks over to his fathers Escalade. His father was making sure that Alex's silver 1994 BMW was secured on the trailer.
"Ready to go son?" asked Dan.
"Whatever," Alex replied depressingly.
Alex got into the Escalade and they began the three-hour trip to Waterton IL. Three hours later they arrive at the entrance to the town. Outside the two stone signs that have Waterton written on them in cursive you can see the buildings sticking up into the air. It looked like a mini version of Chicago. After about ten minutes the two cars pulled up to a large brown wood house. The house from the outside looked scary. The paint was chipped away in many places making it look old and worn out. The placement of the windows and front door made the house look like it was giving you a death glare. Behind their new house and every other house on the block stood a tall thick forest. The trees towered over the house and hardly moved in the soft afternoon breeze.
“Is it just me or does this town seem dead?” asked Alex.
“Son it’s only two o’clock everyone is at school or work,” said Dan.
Alex then stared at the house. It seemed to be calling him inside like in those horror movies. Then once your inside you can’t get out. Then the house kills you because it was built on top of a cemetery and all the spirits are mad because they can't rest in peace.
“Alex honey, come with me so we can go get you set up at your new school,” said Andrea.
“Huh?” said Alex as his mother broke him from his trance.
“We need to go get your stuff for your new school,” said Andrea.
“I thought you already did that,” said Alex.
“I’ve got your supplies and your transfer form was sent in already, we need to get your class schedule and books. Apparently these people don’t like to ship things out by mail,” said Andrea.
“Honey I’ll try to have everything in the house before you guys get back,” said Dan.
“Don’t you dare do it your self, have the movers help you when they arrive with the rest of our furniture,” said Andrea.
“Honey, all the heavy stuff is in the moving truck,” said Dan.
“I don’t care, you know how your back aches after you’ve been moving things around all day,” said Andrea as she got back in her car.
The red Mercedes then drove off heading towards town to find the school. As soon as they got into town traffic seemed to pick up. Alex and his mother drove around for fifteen minutes before seeing a large building across from a football field. They stopped at a stoplight just before the school’s parking lot entrance.
“That must be the school,” said Andrea as she pointed at the building.
Alex wasn’t paying attention. Instead he was looking at a sign posted on the traffic light pole. It read ‘All personnel shall be in their homes before sundown or face dire consequences. Law enforced by the WPHA.’
“Mom what’s the WPHA?” asked Alex.
“Hmm, I don’t know. It’s probably some neighborhood watch association or something,” said Andrea.
This really puzzled Alex. The way the sign was worded made it seem more like a threat than a warning.
‘What the hell did they mean? Face dire consequences, it’s like this organization is putting the town on lock down after sunset,’ thought Alex.
Minutes later Alex and his mother were taking care of business in the student services office of the school. Alex got his schedule and his books.
“Well that should about do it for you,” said the counselor in an energetic voice.
“Thanks for all of your help,” said Andrea.
“Don’t mention it, if the principle wasn’t in a meeting I would have you two meet with him,” said the counselor.
Alex and Andrea walk out of the student services office just as the bell rings for eighth period. As they near the hallway now bustling with students going to their next classes Alex drops one of his books. He goes to pick it up when he sees another hand on the book. He looks up and to see who it was that had their hand on his book. Alex looked up to see a girl with light green eyes and dirty blonde hair. She was wearing, white sneakers, blue jeans, and a red tank top. As soon as their eyes met she wouldn’t stop staring at him. She kept staring into his dark green eyes until someone grabbed her and pulled her along.
“Come on we’re going to be late,” the other girl said.
Alex watched as she was dragged down the hall and disappeared around the corner. The next thing he noticed was a boy standing in front of him. He was at least a foot or so taller than him. He was pretty well built and was wearing a white muscle shirt and black baggy jeans.
“I’m keeping an eye on you kid,” was all he said before he walked off to class.
Alex then left the building to find his mother waiting outside for him.
“Alex where were you?” asked Andrea sounding worried.
“I got caught in the cross traffic,” said Alex.
“Oh, well come on let’s get home before your father kills himself trying to put that grandfather clock in the living room,” said Andrea.
Alex and his mother left the school. All the way home Alex couldn’t get those words out of his head. ‘I’m keeping and eye on you kid.’ It kept playing over and over again. What did that other kid mean?
