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    Before the Worst – (Chapter: One)

    Chapter 1 – They Meet

    I was standing in my front yard when the black BMW pulled into the driveway of the house directly across from me.

    “Heads up Spencer!” I turned just as the plastic wiffle ball, that my brother Glen, had just thrown, hit me square in my face.

    “Shit Glen!” I rubbed the sore spot on my forehead as my other brother, Clay, laughed hysterically.

    “What? You were spacing out again. Not my fault.” Glen shrugged as he jogged over to me and picked up the ball and continued our juvenile game of catch with Clay. I turned back to look at the BMW again and caught sight of the driver sitting on the trunk of her car seemingly staring at me. I couldn’t be certain though; she wore dark aviator shades but she was defiantly facing my direction.

    I could feel my flesh heat up with embarrassment. I hope she didn’t just see that, I thought.

    “Are you playing or what?” Glen looked impatient as if I was holding up this major wiffle ball tournament. I shook my head, but never took my eyes off of my new neighbor. I figured if she could stare at me, I could stare back.

    From what I could see she was pretty tan, which long brown tresses that spilled over her shoulders. She would glace at her watch periodically and then continue to watch me, watch her. She wore a black ACDC band tee, a pair of ripped shorts that stopped about mid-thigh, and shiny black pumps. Clearly she didn’t plan of actually moving anything into the house.

    Then suddenly she smiled and waved. I looked behind me to make sure that my brothers hadn’t noticed her and she wasn’t waving at them. They were still into their game, by now wrestling on the ground for the ball. Reassured that she was waving at me, I turned back, my head cocked to the side. Intrigued by her boldness, I started to walk over to her, but just as I did another car pulled up. The red Mustang pulled up beside the BMW in their two car garage and another, slightly shorter, brunette stepped out. Suddenly, I was no longer of interest, as the two girls began to chat among themselves. Only a few moments later, a moving van pulled up and completely blocked my view.

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