Blog post number six? Yeah, this is six. 


So, Mom tried to wrangle me into going door to door with her. I said no. What can I say, I'm not a people person.


But I decided to stand out on the lawn and watch her walk from house to house anyway. 


Standing there, getting bored and hot in the sun, I watched her walk up to house number three. The one kitty-corner down the road from us.


A girl my age opened the door. Her long reddish-blonde hair fell around her face as she smiled at Mom. 


She was tall for a girl. Just a couple of inches shorter than me, with nice legs.


Hmm. Maybe living here and trying to make friends wouldn't be so bad...


~Raffin