I looked out of the window and spotted him. Blake. That was how, for the first time I saw him. He was extremely good-looking. He had blonde hair and was blue-eyed. Certainly not an Indian. He was shifting into the bungalow cross the street. A white van stood in front of him. His hands were in his pockets he was smiling, releaving his dimples. He ran his hands through this think blonde hair. I gasped. His beautiful left me awe -struck. Talking to those, who possibly looked like his parents, they started picking up brown cardboard boxes and taking them into their new home.

"LUCYYY!" mom shouted. "Lunch is ready.Come down!"
I sighed. Why am I always interrupted in the most beautiful moments of my life?

"Okay mom,"I replied as I proceeded downstairs.

I sat down beside my elder sister, Heather.

"We've got new neighbours. And they don't look Indian ," I said, chewing my cabbage.

"So I noticed. And don't talk while chewing," she said. I rolled my eyes. My second mom.

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I went up to my bedroom and stared out of the window. He was now in a room sticking posters of football, baseball,basket ball and some football players. Obsession with sports or something?

Then , I sat on the chair and started doing my homework. It was mental torture, time waste and probably a battlefield of words, but I somehow managed to complete it.

After an hour or so, mom shouted,"LUCY! HEATHER AND MYSELF ARE GOING OUT FOR SOME WORK! WE'LL BE BACK IN THREE HOURS OR MORE. SNACKS ARE IN THE MICROWAVE. COME DOWN AND LOCK THE DOOR!"
"Yes mom," I replied going downstairs yet again to close the main door.
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After finishing my homework and a story book, I lay on my bed thinking what to do next. It's actually boring without Heather. I usually spend my free time talking to her or irritating her. Then I got an idea. I jumped up from my bed, switched on my phone and played music. A bit of jazz would do wonders.

Then, I went in front of the mirror, opened my long and wavy hair, made the comb my mike and danced as if it were my last day on earth. I climbed the bed and jumped like a maniac, singing and making myself feel like some psychologically ill idiot. It continued for, maybe, an hour.

After I was finally exhausted, I lay on my bed, laughing my heart out. I loved the insane side of me. Then I got up and tied my hair into a neat pony. Let's see whats going out with the new people.

I turned towards the window to see what was going on in the new house.

But, I was embarrassed to the core. Because he saw what was going on inside mine. I saw him standing there, in his room, staring at me and smiling endlessly. He then threw his head back and laughed . He then turned, shook his head and departed the room laughing.

Damn. He saw everything. He might have thought I was insane.
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