She didn't want to move into the house. But then again she didn't want a lot of things. She didn't want to have short curly hair the color of dirt. She didn't want to be so pale you could see the veins under her skin. She didn't want to have large brown eyes so dark they looked black. But most of all, she didn't want her mother to have died the way she did. But you can't help what fate throws at you.

"You can pick out your bedroom when we get inside," her stepfather said putting his arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah." She replied heartlessly.

"I know you didn't want to move in the first place, but think on the bright side..."

"What bright side?" She asked quickly cutting him off. To her there was nothing bright about it. She had to move into a big lonely house her old uncle left her in his will. She had to go to a new school and make new friends. And now her mother was gone and she left her with this guy. Sure, her old house was a two bedroom falling apart shack thing, and at her old school she had only one real friend and her step father loved her more then anything. Although, she missed her old life. She hated change. And she was going to pout about it.

Blyth picked up her two suitcases and walked up the long drive way to the house. There was a black iron fence and gate wrapping around the house. Blyth put her suit cases down and unlocked the latch on the other side of the gate and punched it open. "Some one could really hurt themselves on theses spikes." She thought walking into the front yard.

All the grass was dead. It was mostly just a pile of dirt crumpled around layered up to the front door. The house was a light yellow color. Two stories with five windows, three on the top floor and two on the bottom on either side of the door. All of them had bars on the outside. The door was a rusty red color with wooden steps walking up to it. The roof was a giant trapezoid with a flat top. There was a chimney on the right side and a giant gable right in the middle. That was probably the attic Blyth thought.

"Hey! New girl!" There was a voice coming from next door. Blyth looked over. There was a boy standing in his yard about forty feet away. He was watering the grass waving at her with a bright smile. Confused Blyth waved back slowly.

Her father walked up behind her. "Go say high to your new friend. I'll take your bags."

"He's not my new friend." She snapped. But she still went to say hello. Why? She wasn't quite sure.

She put one foot in front of the other looking at the ground until she was standing in front of the boy. He was messy blond hair that stuck up in every which way. His eyes were green like seaweed. It made Blyth smile curiously. "My name is Tabatha." He put his hand that he was waving furiously with, out for her to shake.

Blyth took a step back. "Seriously?"

"No silly! It's Shawn Rammond. Really." His hand was still itching to be shacked.

Blyth took it. "I'm Blyth Cooper." she replied skeptically.

"Nice to meet you Miss. Cooper. I see you have moved into the old man's home."

"You can stop shaking my hand." she replied coldly.

"Oh sorry." He let go.

She put her hand in her coat pocket. "It was my uncle's house. He gave it to me."

"Gave it to you? Special girl!"

"Not really. Look at it! It's falling apart!" The paint was pealing off, the grass was nothing more then dirt, and it hadn't been lived in for months. It took a while for the will to find itself to Blyth. During that time the house faded away. Mr. Cooper probably never even left the house ever. He never had guests and he never even met Blyth. The only reason she got the house was because she was the daughter of his favorite sister. His death then a couple months of legal issues later and Blyth was standing here in her new neighborhood. Unexpectedly.