The Boy Across The Street

A Girl.

Love. a word that have so many meaning. all people got its own opinion on it. many say it's strong. even stronger than hate. many even said it could conquer fear. some said that love means hurt. 

I am curious of it, honestly. i never felt it once in my life. sometimes i even wonder if i'll ever feel it. would i be happy when i'm in love? would i be sad? 

"Liz!" My mother tapped my shoulder, realising me from my own thought. " Yes, mom?" i asked. "Get ready, honey. " she said then walk to the living room. "for what?" i asked. "well, seems like there's a new family in the neighbourhood. and eventually they had this housewarming party and invite the whole neighbourhood."she said. 

I grinched "there's a new family in the neighbourhood? " my mom laughed. "Yes, there is. just across the street. now come on,  we don't want to be rude and being late, huh?" 

i nod, then, peeked from the window. the house actually been empty for a while now.  A family called O'Sullivan used to live there. My mother is great friends with M.s O'Sullivan, and so do i with their daugther, Savannah. Since Mr. O'Sullivan must work in the city, they have to leave. Savannah and i are still great friends, we still chatted or skyped once or twice. Well, i think i must notify her that her house is already taken by other family. 

To Be Continued