こんにちは!

The house across the street
It was my first day in this new neighbourhood. Everything looked so foreign and strange. I decided to go exploring. I locked my gate and shouted goodbye to my mother. As I turned my head, I noticed the pretty little house across the street.

The house across the street looked like a Victorian dollhouse. The ceramic roof was blue in colour, set upon pure white walls. Smooth and lacey velvet curtains draped the long glass windows. The house had a garden that grew cheery yellow sunflowers, surrounded by low white fences.

Anyway, I was getting some corn chips out of the vending machine down the road and someone came up and said “You’re it!” and ran away.

“What a weird neighbourhood.” I thought to myself. I stepped aside to allow the guy behind me to have his go at the vending machine. I studied him closely. Copper brown hair with an out-of-bed look, blue eyes, tanned skin, baggy pants, skater shoes.

Without thinking, I tapped on his shoulder and said, “You’re it!” and I ran back home.

Let the rain fall down, I’m coming clean.
I like you the way you are
When we're driving in your car.
And you're talking to me one on one,
But you've become, somebody else around everyone else
You're watching your back, like you can't relax
You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me.

you promised me I'm never gna find you fake it;
clarice