The Weeb Next Door
I would like to remain anonymous, but for now my name will be Sarah. Ever since I was four years old, I’ve lived in this suburban neighborhood, and my dad owns a few houses in this nieghborhood that he rents out. One of these houses is only a five-minute walk away from mine. When I was about eight years old, a new family moved into said house.
The family seemed nice, it was a mother and a father and a girl we’ll call Lizzie. Lizzie was very tall, with dark hair and glasses, and was very awkward. She was very shy at first but my sister and I became friends with her after a while. She was older than me; a freshman in high school at the time, so I looked up to her. She seemed to like all the cool things: Justin Bieber and Taylor Lautner posters were hung up all over her room.
She seemed to hang out indoors a lot, which I didn’t really like. I wanted to go play outside, but she always had an excuse, usually she wanted to show me a new cat video or parody song on YouTube. She was very “random” which I found hilarious as an 8-year-old. I hung out at her house almost every single day.