I smile too, slipping in the seat. "Thanks." He seemed pretty nice, r at least nicer than all the stories I was beginning to hear about. Something about being vampires and snacking on innocent children, or being evicted, or some other crazy thing. After he had moved here, they seemed to go on and on. The list would be longer than my arm. "Um, if you don't mind me asking, why did you decide to move here? Was it your parents' jobs or something?" I ask. Why was I being so open with him? I usually don't talk so much.
The history of the world, my pet
Is to learn forgiveness and try to forget
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it
Don't look back till you're free to chase the morning