Ohia_Lehua
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When Roxy was little Mr and Mrs Wilton from across the street used to watch her. Back then she was a little terror banking on her cute angelic looks to get her out of trouble. It was the big puppy eyes, the pouty bottom lip and maybe a tear or two. Of course the grown ups never fell for it and she was known as the 'Little Terror' by the Wiltons for the rest of her life. It didn't matter to them that Roxy had changed and was a nice girl now. No, all they can remember is her when she would hide from them just to leap out and scare them. Or of her trying and take their cat in the bath to swim. Their all time favorite memory is when she climbed up on the roof and put firecrackers down the chimney and then fell off the roof breaking her arm.
So it wasn't a surprise to her that when she got older and continually asked to use their pool her answer was no. And as sad as she was to see the Wiltons move out of their home she was desperately praying that someone cool, younger, nicer or all of thee above moved in. But while the house was empty Roxy would jump over the fence and take advantage of the fact that no one was there to tell her no.
Last week the house for sale sign changed and a sold sign hung over the sign and her daily swims in the sold house's pool stopped. She didn't want to get caught swimming in the new families house and ruin her chances of ever being able to come back.
It was a few days after the sold sign went up that the first truck arrived. Roxy wasn't ashamed to be peeking from the window of the office checking out what her chances were with the new people but it looked like they were just moving people with the heavy furniture. But spying wasn't as exciting as Roxy would have thought and left, coming back to check only every once and awhile and by then it was hard to keep track of the people. It was a guess as to who were the new house owners so Roxy gave up not seeing anyone to approach about using their pool.
The next day the story changed when Roxy went to check mail and spotted a guy that looked to be about her age carrying a box into the house. While she didn't get a good look at him face she felt hopeful that this was her chance if he was the one moving in and not just another mover. Shoving the mail back into the mail box Roxy crossed the street just as the young guy was walking out, this time without a shirt. It didn't bother Roxy, she was in her favorite pair of roxy sun bleached boardshorts and white halter bikini top with a racerback flowing cami top.
"Hi." Roxy waved stopping near the truck. "Welcome to the neighborhood." She assumed that he was the one moving in. "My name is Roxy." She held out her hand in greeting. "I live across the street."
When Roxy was little Mr and Mrs Wilton from across the street used to watch her. Back then she was a little terror banking on her cute angelic looks to get her out of trouble. It was the big puppy eyes, the pouty bottom lip and maybe a tear or two. Of course the grown ups never fell for it and she was known as the 'Little Terror' by the Wiltons for the rest of her life. It didn't matter to them that Roxy had changed and was a nice girl now. No, all they can remember is her when she would hide from them just to leap out and scare them. Or of her trying and take their cat in the bath to swim. Their all time favorite memory is when she climbed up on the roof and put firecrackers down the chimney and then fell off the roof breaking her arm.
So it wasn't a surprise to her that when she got older and continually asked to use their pool her answer was no. And as sad as she was to see the Wiltons move out of their home she was desperately praying that someone cool, younger, nicer or all of thee above moved in. But while the house was empty Roxy would jump over the fence and take advantage of the fact that no one was there to tell her no.
Last week the house for sale sign changed and a sold sign hung over the sign and her daily swims in the sold house's pool stopped. She didn't want to get caught swimming in the new families house and ruin her chances of ever being able to come back.
It was a few days after the sold sign went up that the first truck arrived. Roxy wasn't ashamed to be peeking from the window of the office checking out what her chances were with the new people but it looked like they were just moving people with the heavy furniture. But spying wasn't as exciting as Roxy would have thought and left, coming back to check only every once and awhile and by then it was hard to keep track of the people. It was a guess as to who were the new house owners so Roxy gave up not seeing anyone to approach about using their pool.
The next day the story changed when Roxy went to check mail and spotted a guy that looked to be about her age carrying a box into the house. While she didn't get a good look at him face she felt hopeful that this was her chance if he was the one moving in and not just another mover. Shoving the mail back into the mail box Roxy crossed the street just as the young guy was walking out, this time without a shirt. It didn't bother Roxy, she was in her favorite pair of roxy sun bleached boardshorts and white halter bikini top with a racerback flowing cami top.
"Hi." Roxy waved stopping near the truck. "Welcome to the neighborhood." She assumed that he was the one moving in. "My name is Roxy." She held out her hand in greeting. "I live across the street."
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