“You’re an idiot!” Screamed Jared on the bus. “How do you get grounded right before the 3rd largest derby in the state!” “I know, but what do u want me to do? My mom said that I can’t go.” Christina said. “Go where?” Cried Alexandra. “Chris is-” Jared started. But Christina kicked him in the knee as a warning. Jared kicked her back. “Nothing!” Chris said with a odd smile. Alexandra Telco was the prettiest girl in the whole 10th grade and certainly the nosiest. Christina Alfred, Chris for short, was the nicest and friendliest girl in the 10th grade. She also had an over active imagination. Jared Marz was a jock. He was captain of the Arizona High football team. The bus got off at Boye Street. Chris and Jared got off the bus and walked down the cul-de-sac. “This my stop.” Jared said as he walk toward a small house covered in ivy and reddish brown brick. “Talk to you later!” Chris yelled back.
Chris walked toward her even smaller house with stone and passed the Moxley’s house. The Moxley Family was a family of three. Mr. Moxley the tall, but stout businessman. Mrs. Moxley was the your everyday average house wife. But there son Mark was the devil in disguise. At the house there were millions of cardboard boxes. As if one cue Mr. Moxley walked into the forest of cardboard. “How y’all doing, Mr. Moxley?” Chris called across the “forest”. “Fine” He called back. “Y’all moving?” Chris asked puzzled.
“Yes ma’am.” Mr. Moxley called back
“Why some funny looking short guy bought it from us.”
“How much did it sell for.”
“I don’t know but it was a generous offer.”
“Alright. Tell Mrs. Moxley I said hi.”
“I will.” Mr. Moxley said as he turned back into the house with a armload of boxes.