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Misjudgement It was a cold, icy day on December 14, 1999, that day is a day I will probably never forget. The driveway one hundred and fifty-foot driveway was solid ice and we had no idea if we would ever be able to get out. This was the day we moved into our new home. I felt like I was a needle in a hay stack, I felt so lost. Moving into the area was hard because every house in the town was old and run down. Our house however was brand new and was the best looking in the whole entire town. The locals didn’t like us at first. Most of the people had been living in the same house since they were kids, inheriting the house from their parents. Everyone knew each other, everyone knew what was going on, except for us. My family had become the minority. Being in the minority was like being a sore thumb. Everyone could spot you out of the crowd. On the second day that we lived in our new house our new neighbors came over and introduced themselves. They were two ladies. One was old and the other was fairly young. The old lady had long grey hair and very old skin, she almost looked like a prune. The other was her daughter, she was probably in her early thirty’s. She had flowing black hair and was built like an ox. After giving them a tour of the house we could sense that they were uncomfortable, I wouldn’t be surprised if we were the first people to move to the town in fifteen years. Which leads me to believe that some people will discriminate against anything because they don’t like change. After living there for a year or so I began to understand how insulated our little town really was. There was a Bar, not to far from our house, that served the biggest chicken wings I have ever seen. We normally went there for lunch and the Bar was empty, but one time we went at night and the place was packed.
Approximate Word count = 1408
Approximate Pages = 5.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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