Disturbia

"Why do we have to move?" I complained for the hundredth time as we drove to our new "home".  "And to Disturbia of all places.  I sounds like some town in a horror film."

My mom sighed and looked at me through the rearveiw mirror.  "Maddy this is a good neighborhood.  It's gated, has beautiful victorian homes and an excellent private school."  I rolled my eyes.  Like I cared about all that stuff.  "I think you're going to like it there."  My mother said looking back at the road.

No longer than ten minutes later we came up to a huge wrought iron gate that you would usually see guarding a cemetary.  Right next to the gate was a sign: Welcome to Disturbia.  A person with a clipboard came up to our small toyota camry.  "Your name and your reason for visiting Disturbia?"  The person asked looking at my mother then at me.

"I'm Racheal White and I'm here as a resident."  My mother smiled at the person.

The person looked down at the clipboard, "I'll be right back Ms. White; I have to get your pass."  The person ran to the outpost that was by the gate and pressed a button then came back.  A horrible screeching came from something in front of us and I looked to see what it was.  The gates were opening up.  "Here's your pass put it on your mirror."  My mom followed the directions.  "You can go in now."  My mom nodded and drove through the gates.

"Mom I thought you said the houses would be beautiful."  I stated as I watched the decrepted houses we passed.

"They're beautiful."  My mother said calmly.

"Ah are your eyes all right?  These houses look haunted."  I pointed it out.

"Stop it Madelyn."  My mother said sternly.  "We're going to be living here so you might as well get used to it." 

After a couple of minutes of silence my mom spoke, "We're here."  She pulled the car into a paved drive way.  When she shut the car off I slowly got out.  The house was one of the nicest ones in the neighborhood.  It was two storied high, had grey wooden single siding, lavender trim and shutters and the roof was black.  It might not be that bad after all.  I thought.  But I'm not going to tell mom that.