Forest City 2 Chapter 1 -October-

    It has been a month since Bonnie's disastrous birthday party, she hasn't talked to me since then, I don't blame her. I stepped over a few piles of dirty laundry in my room and opened my big dresser and all of it's glorious drawers. As a kid, I used to play in dresser drawers, I mostly rummaged through my parents and sisters dressers looking for something fun in them. I never was allowed in my brother's rooms, but I'm sure all that I'd find in their dressers are a bunch of old superhero comics or... I don't know... nut free snack foods. My brother Sorrel is a topic of conversation, he's deadly allergic to tree nuts, which is ironic because, well, we're squirrels. I threw that thought out of my brain, none of my clothes were clean, all my drawers were empty, and most importantly, Aunt Hazel was out of town. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE A WASHING MACHINE!!!

    Our other neighbor, that lives on the opposite side of the Lupins, to the left of our apartment, is an old cat named Bartholomew Delgado, he seems like a fun person, the other day I watched him sit on the porch in his rocking chair, just rocking, back and forth, back and forth, I think I did this for about ten minutes...

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    "Get off my lawn you stupid squirrel!" Bartholomew cried from his porch, "Darn kids these days always on their phones!"

    "I'm still on my lawn Mr. Delgado," I said while getting the mail, I flipped through a few postcards, letters, and envelopes, Aunt Hazel had paid her bills in advance and didn't want me to pay them when they came in, it would be worse if I did it, but she promised to help me... eventually.

    "Clove I'm telling your Aunt Hazel about this when she gets back from work!" Bartholomew cried again.

    "I'm not Clove and Hazel is out, she's not working at the moment," I called back.

    "Which one of you are you!" Barth called again.

    "Mac!" I cried back then slammed the door when I got back inside the apartment.

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    I shuddered about Bartholomew, I felt more bad about him and his life, he would often just sit on his porch and rock, hollering at anyone that came two feet too close to his house. He always cried about some woman that left him and how his kids are always working and never see him. He mostly complained about the technological advancements that happened in the past 20 years. It totally is his fault that he can't keep up with the times. Hazel said to not get angry at this poor old man, he's dealt with enough teenagers in his past, more specifically, Cobalt Atlas Lupin, who just moved back in with his dad, not his step mom, who decided to, "take a break," as she put it.

    It seemed like everyone was out on a break lately, Mrs. Aguila told me about going to Irie Key, a small island that sit in the middle of the ocean, I heard it was beautiful and tropical and oh man I want to go there now. They say that October is the best time to go to the island, for some reason, I guess it's nicer then, rather then going during the summertime when it is boiling outside.

    I, for once, feel more cooped up then ever, homesick even, I have a feeling Monty is up right now, it is 7:35 or so in the morning. Perfect timing, my phone buzzed.

    Bonnie<3: 7:34 "Wassup!"

    Bonnie<3: 7:35 "NO NO NO I DIDN'T MEAN TO SEND THAT!"

    Bonnie<3: 7:35 "That was meant for someone else!"

    Mac: 7:36 "No, it's really fine, I don't mind."

    I continued to get ready for the rest of the day, that's when I got another text on my phone, this time the right person.

    Monty: 7:51 "Is it just me or has Cobalt been blowing you off, I haven't heard from him since he moved back in with his parents."

    Mac: 7:52 "Yeah, he texted me once, then never texted again."

    Monty: 7:52 "I think he got back together with Bonnie."

    Mac: 7:53 "What makes you think that?"

    Monty: 7:53 "Meet me at the library."

    Monty: 7:55 "This isn't a date btw."

    I was kind of hoping he would say that, I am bored out of my mind here. I decided that my shirt from day one would work, no wait, there were still tea stains on it, only on the back though. I threw on a purple jacket and some torn jeans. I wasn't trying to look fancy or pretty and I definitely don't want people assuming me and Monty are dating, he really isn't "the dating type," his words, not mine. I opened the door to the outside world, while I was in the hallway, I grabbed my backpack which I had left sitting on the floor Friday afternoon.

    I creeped on past Delgado's house, making sure to not have my phone out because he probably has a radar that can detect every teenager's phone in a 5 mile radius. Just last week he put up a privacy fence, but then claimed, "it was too short!" He then demanded that he got a taller fence, but the city wouldn't let him, because, "it would ruin the neighborhood's view" and he has already complained about teenager's stepping way too close to his house one too many times. I think the city just wants him to shut up about teenagers, but I'm sure he has his reasons.

    After I passed Delgado's house, I didn't feel like I needed to be so anxious, the library was inside of the city, or well, the one Monty likes, is inside the city. There is a library closer to our house, but it doesn't have sci fi novels and has a pretty souped up religious and romance section, two things Monty could definitely live without. Hazel requested that I didn't go to the romantic library as there are some pretty weird books in that library and Hazel isn't religious, fair enough, I seem to agree with her as well.

    I passed by many samey houses and a house that Monty had claimed to be his, before Cobalt punched him in the arm for lying to me in homeroom. The house was gigantic and had beautiful bay windows that jutted out of the side of the house and an almost endless spire at the top of a tower, Monty described this house as, "Victorian," Cobalt described this house as, "flashy." I think it's more like a family heirloom than anything else, imagine a house that has been passed down for many generations, that has stood the test of time, and has not been bulldozed by some CRAZY OLD COOT! I haven't met the poor people that live in the house, but I have read some of Delgado's old newspaper articles about the family that lived there. Delgado describes the house as, "creepy and suspicious." He also claimed that the house was haunted and that the owner's were actually ghosts, then they were witches, then vampires, then werewolves... I have a feeling that, those claims may actually be true, but Delgado used quite a bit of deceptive language that could sway the opinions of others. I guess, it's perfect timing for Halloween then, nothing like a spooky story, right?