Something that is strange is Jack, the boy we met this morning. He may or may not be horrible. Haven't decided yet.
Before we met him, Frank dragged me to this horrible house on Balesford, an abandoned place that looks like a meeting place for satanists and drug addicts. And Franks. Seriously, I don't understand what's wrong with him. He was totally excited by that foul place. The windows were boarded up, it was covered in graffiti, the garden looked like a jungle, there were scorch marks on the wall. I swear to God, even when we were walking away I didn't like turning my back on it, in case someone
creeped out after us. Someone, or something.
It makes me shiver even thinking about it now. And even though I can't see that house from my window, I know it's out there,
not far enough away down the hill. Definitely not far enough away.
Then we met Jack, who is at least as weird as Frank, because he was going on about how he's actually been in there. He called it the Kingsley place, and he was full of stories about it, the kind of stories you hear at Halloween, and then the boys were talking about how they wanted to buy the place and turn it into a theme park or something stupid like that.
I think Jack's going to be trouble. I might be wrong, but I think he is.
School wasn't as bad as it could have been, just the usual crap about being the new girl, and all the usual staring. It's only the first day. It'll get worse.
Thankfully Mom picked us up and drove us home, so Frank didn't get a chance to go back to the Kingsley place. He'll find his way back there soon. Next time he can go on his own. If I never see that place again it'll be too soon.