the boy at the end oth the street *COMPLETED/ SEQUAL IS OUT!*

Daria Smith has moved from Nebraska where there is corn and farm land everywhere, there is no house next to you for miles, now she is moving to Rochester,New York. Daria moves to a small neighbor hood, for Daria it seems like life is going to suck, until she meets the boy at the end of the street. is he seems nice at the begginging but will he turn dark.. and stay dark.


1. The wake up call

Daria's Pov:

June 1, 2013

I was in my 2 story house out in the middle of no where, but I liked the wide open space. The Corn was getting tall. I loved the country, the peace and quite no cars, yelling maniacs, or traffic. In my town everybody knew each other, where we lived ( I know creepy), and our career. It was 7 pm in NE. I went down my creaky stairs. I heard my mother and father whispering. "we cant move her, she doesn't belong!" my dad whisper yelled. I was puzzled... MOVING?! " we need money and that job offer is just the thing we need, besides she needs to adapt to new things." I heard my mother have a serious tone. I was about to start crying and screaming, but I stayed silent. "your right, you have to tell her, I am not dealing with that." my father said sighing. I couldn't take it I ran up the stairs and slammed my door and cried my eyes out. I don't want to move! I belong here, not some city or whatever!! how could they!? I heard a soft knock on my door. I didn't get up to get it, I was too upset and my face was all puffy and red. " Daria, open up, we need to talk about this hun." my mother said in her motherly voice. I shook my head and started sobbing. "honey you are leaving tomarrow, your father and I are staying to help move, it will be ok." I heard he say through the door, OK??!! I cried harder, but realized that this was childish. I rubbed my eyes and fixed my brown hair up in a low pony-tail. I swallowed my tears and started packing my stuff. I need to stay strong I told myself. It took a while to get my clothes and my belongings together. but I managed. after that I went to sleep, with tears streaming down my face.

 *in the morning*

I heard my dad knock, I knew because he pounded hard on my door. "get up Daria, we have to be there in 2 hours." he said, I waited for him to walk down the stairs, he did. I got up and stretched......... gonna be a big day

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