ѕσкєєƒє σηєѕнσтѕ ~somewhere only we know~

1|6th Street

Sophie's old and nosy neighbour, Mr Forkle, had recently moved out, thank goodness.

And the property had been bought and went into a construction period, which just ended about a week ago.

Apparently, the new neighbours would be moving in today, and Sophie didn't want to give them any of the cookies that her mom and her just baked for them.

Sophie and her parents, Grady and Edaline, had no idea who bought the property, and Sophie didn't quite like the idea of having a new neighbour, especially if there was going to be a kid, since her parents would bug her to be friends with them.

Unlike other seven year olds, Sophie wasn't a social butterfly, and very much prefers the comfort of her own home rather than going out to play at playgrounds.

This made her parents worry a little, but honestly, Sophie just didn't like to interact with others, especially since they never shared her interests.

She recently started reading Harry Potter, which was supposedly fast for her age, so she never really fit in.

She liked it better than way though.

From her window, there was a room right next to hers, and she didn't like that already, since she would like to keep her own privacy.

"Sophie! Come and greet your new neighbours!" Edaline called from downstairs.

Sophie's eyes widened, not wanting to see them just yet.

Still, she looked at herself in the mirror, seeing that she looked presentable, and headed downstairs.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Keefe never liked moving houses, and as far as he could remember, he already stayed in four, which was a lot coming from an eight year old.

Still, whenever he complained, his parents would glare at him and tell him how lucky he was to be able to lead such a luxurious life, although he would very much disagree.

What was the point in having wealth when there was no love around?

He hated seeing how other kids had their parents to fetch them from school, or how others would show-off where they went with their parents over the weekends.

He gazed outside the car windows, hoping that this new home would be somewhere with people who would love and care for him, and hoped that his new neighbours would be nice and share cakes with him like his previous ones.

His parents were sitting in front of him, with him sitting in the third row of the limousine.

They had not uttered a single word for the whole journey, just keeping their mouths shut as they looked at their phones.

Sometimes, he wondered why they even got married. Nothing was between them, and he hoped that one day, he would find someone who truly liked him for who he was.

For someone so young, he truly had too many  hopes and dreams to share, but he liked to keep them to himself since his parents would always discourage him whenever he spoke of one.

He continued to sketch the wide field he spotted outside the window, although the car was moving fast.

He had a photographic memory, so he could still remember the scenery well enough to sketch it out.