Pull Me Out of the Rain

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pocket.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Trace."

"Who?"

"Trace...."

"Um..I don't think I know you....."

"Oh. I guess not. This is Raina right?"

"Yeah.."

"Well I'm going to be moving in down the street from you guys, you know that abandoned house, and my mom is best friends with yours I guess...and she told my mom I should call you or something...maybe you could show me around and stuff."

My breath caught. "Which...house?"

"You know, that abandoned one with the blue shutters.."

"No." I whispered.

"Huh?"

"You...you....you're moving into my- you can't." I didn't know how to explain it to him, to make him see. I didn't even know him anyway. And what business did he have calling me?

"Um....I'm...sorry? I don't choose where my mom wants to live..."

"I have to go."

"Alrighty. Can I call you tommorow?"

"........................."

"Helloooo?"

"Ok." I whispered, and snapped my phone shut.

No. He couldn't move there. That wasn't his house, he didn't have the right. And how could my parents just let this happen?