The Adventures at Aspen Avenue

"Are you sure you are alright with this?"
I rolled my eyes slightly at the window before I turned to my hesitant mother.
"I'm fine. I really want to go live in Ohio."
"I know you love the city, but it's for the best. You know it's been hard for me to-"
"I'm fine really!" I interrupted her.
There was some truth behind my statement. I wasn't thrilled that we had to leave my home, but I didn't really have much to leave behind. The friends I had I was never that close to, and everyone else didn't know I existed. I've never had a boyfriend, a true best friend, or even a true friend. That isn't really something to brag about when you are seventeen years old, and everyone in your school knew you as 'that one pale pale girl in the back of so-and-so's math class'. I wonder if the friends I had would even notice I wasn't at the lunch table come Monday. Probably not, though. I don't even think they new my last name. I was just Eve to them. Maybe here in Ohio someone will finally know that my name is Evangeline Noelle Champon.
I turned the knob on the radio to kick up whatever alternative station was on.
A few hours later we finally drove past a sign that read 'Welcome to Apple Creek, Ohio. Population 999'.
"It's nice to be the big fish in the small pound sometimes, Evie." My mother's voice broke through my self pity.
I nodded and looked back out the window to take in my new town. Caroline Bradley-Chapmon tried extremely hard to give me all she could on her small teaching salary. Living in Manhattan on a third grade teacher's salary is practically impossible, so when my grandmother Cici died and left us her old house in my mother's home townand a local elementary school teacher had a mysterious accident...Well, She found it hard to resist. Although, the relator had said the house was in need of "Love". Basically that meant it was a defiant fixer-upper because Cici certainly wasn't up for doing much at the age of 90. I shudder at the thought of my mother and I trying to renovate the old Victorian. I'm too clumsy to walk on a stable and flat surface let alone do it while holding a heavy hammer.
It was only a few more minutes before we had left main street and headed down a small one lane road to the outskirts of town. The trees looked almost daunting to me as I tried to remember the familiar grey buildings I knew from a small child. Here in Apple Creek there weren't any homeless on the side of the road or millions of rushing business folk trying to get to work. Infact I didn't see any people what so ever. The clock said that it was a little past noon, but in New York even if it was school hours there were millions of people mulling about the streets.
"Ah. Home sweet home."
Caroline pulled themoving vanto a stop in the house's driveway. I looked to me left and my right and didn't see any house for as far as I could see. It defiantly didn't look like much, but it had character as my mother said. The ivy from the somewhat large front yard crawled sneakily up the front of the house. The once vividly blue door needed to be painted, and the faded shutters were falling off their hinges at some points. Caroline was happy, though. She had left Ohio because of a fight with her mother, but I knew in her heart she'd always be the same Apple Creek girl that lived in the old Victorian house on Aspen Avenue.
It would have been helpful later if as my mother opened the hatch on the moving van I had looked upat that fateful moment at thetop right window to see a pale, transparent, iridescent face starring incredulously at the trespassers on his property... and he did not look very pleased.