The sky outside was dark with clouds, clouds threatening to spray water down. The sun was probably going to be hidden for a few more days. The pale white girl with red hair, I was bound to stick out. I head over to the front door, I picked up an umbrella just in case. I open the door and walk to the mailbox in the front yard. It was a rather strange mailbox it was built into the brick wall of the front yard.
I open the back of the mailbox, most of these letters were most likely for the previous person who lived here. I grabbed the bunch of mail, returning back into the house as it started to pour down hard. I rushed into the doorway and slammed the door shut, hopefully, I didn't break the door!
I walk into the kitchen and place the mail onto the bench, I hear the doorbell go. When I opened the door, there was a boy about my age holding a plate of brown bread with icing on it.
"Hello, my name is Harrison, I'm your new next-door neighbour", as a greeting he held out his hand. I shook his hand and introduced myself, "It's nice to meet you, my name is Jordan".
"I made this fruit bread with strawberry icing for you, I hope you enjoy it.", He said smiling as he was placing into my hands. "Thank you very much!", I like fruit bread so I would most definitely like this.
He seemed very nice, I should probably let him in and offer a drink," Would you like to come in and possibly have some refreshments?". He nodded in acceptance, I widened the door to let him in. "Should I leave my shoes outside?", Harrison asked, " We have a platform for our shoes right ahead", I replied. He took his shoes off on the mat and stepped into the house and out of the doorway. I shut the door behind him and led him to the kitchen.
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Teen FictionJordan has recently moved to England. Nervous about her new school, worrying that her red hair and pale white skin will attract unwanted attention to her. She meets her next-door neighbor Harrison, a seemingly nice boy. ...
