To Tell You the Truth.......

To begin with a long time ago someone told me my eyes were ice cold blue a mirror of the heart that lays inside my chest. At first I didn't know how to take this statement now I know what he meant and i am not sure if he wasn't wrong.
I write to find some sort of relief I guess writing I can create a world so different from mine and sometimes so much better, then I can create one tens times worse as well. When I turned seventeen I moved out to live with my Mother and she was eager for me to live with her. I wasn’t so eager to go but I didn’t have much of a choice, me and my Dad got into a fight and so here I am six hundred miles away from him and I am not sure I was looking forward to it.
You see last year in New York I had gotten into an Arts school and I was so proud of myself, but I couldn’t stay living with my Dad and this was my only other option because I don’t want to waste all the money I have saved up for college on housing.
The new town was very small no Malls no fast food joints and not really anything but everyone was really close to each other and I am not sure they are looking forward to having people from anywhere else in their town. The people here looked really pretty even the elderly ladies didn’t look much past thirty but you could tell by the way they talked their age they were all the subtle kind of beautiful you could even say peaceful and noble in stature.
The first day of school was approaching and so far I hadn’t seen much of Mom she the police chief and works a lot so we have yet to even have one quarrel which is a good thing. In my mother house which is so much bigger than my fathers apartment I had a corner where I knew no one would ever find when you go up the stair to the left there is a wide window like an attack towers window that has a curtain covering it I am small enough to fit behind the curtain comfortably and no one will look there for me I am sure. I noticed that Mom’s house is old too she was telling me the house has been around since the town was built and the lady who sold to her told her many secrets lay behind it’s walls if you know where to look.
I agree with the lady who sold Mom the house, you see since I was little I have had a kind of gift I guess you could say , I can phase through things like physical things I guess, and my Grandmother who was Japanese when I lived with her I studied the art of becoming a modern day ninja and I surpassed my Dad in skills my favorite thing about the art of Ninjatsu is the jumping it is hard to master but once you have it is a skill that you can use all your life. My Grandmother also taught me how to use my senses to learn the different kinds of Aura and what stories lie behind the aura but she said not all stories are ones that I need to know and taught me how to block certain kinds of aura.
My Mom knows nothing of this because she is on the other side of the family and thought my Dad was just joking around when he was telling her because my Dad is a bit of a practical Joker. I just think that there is something weird about this town and I don’t really want to find out what it is and I do at the same time.