Arnold's Pov
I feel like I'm in a fantasy. I remember feeling as if our lives had ended when our parents died. I still remember the police officer coming up our driveway with a grim expression on his face.
Honestly, our home felt like a fortress. We lived on a substantial plot of land with no neighbors, With high stone walls, a big black gate, tainted large windows, and large mahogany doors.
He told us that our parents were in an accident and died instantly. If I had been honest I mostly cried for my mother because I was closer to her. But Cindy didn't even shed a tear.
Sometimes I wonder if she came to terms with their deaths.
But here everything is so open and our guardian is nice. Plus I get to eat as much candy as I want.
She escorted me to my room there was a mahogany 5*6 bed, posters of basketball players, there is an acrylic professional painting set and a computer with animation software. A white carpet that Mocha runs into sleep on.
''Well, you unpack darling. I also bought you some new clothes if you'd like. I'll call you for dinner.''She says as she kisses me on the forehead. She leaves my room and closes my door.
I sigh and fall on my bed due to exhaustion and happiness. Mocha jumps on the bed and licks my nose. Yup, this is home I think.
Cindy's Pov
My room is perfect. There are two vintage guitars fastened to the walls (signed), a brand new Canon 5d, blue drapes (my favorite color), brown carpet, a mahogany bed with white sheets and a soft white duvet, and double doors that lead to a breathtaking view of the ocean.
Now I know what you think this is gorgeous, and I could be happy here. But I keep getting an unsettling feeling. Everything is too perfect like they have everything waiting, like we are a missing piece in a jigsaw puzzle.
Anyway, I have other things on my mind. Can I let you in on my little secret? We are close to the path where my parents died. The truth is, I don't believe my parents died because of an accident.
And when I heard of this place.Which is a kind of orphanage I volunteered for so I can investigate the path of Rocker's Lane. Is it odd that someone built a town for individuals who just adopted orphans?
Guardians in this town did not have their children which strikes me as strange. At least that's what I read on the internet.
But that's not my concern. The truth is my hometown Tewton, is over 30 km away from their town. So what were my parents doing on Rocker's Lane at night?
My father had a regular driver, but that particular day the driver was different. They said the driver's body wasn't found which makes me believe there was a survivor.
But the first thing I want to do is get out of the house and walk around. The first thing my father taught me was to get a lay of the land.
Your surroundings are more honest than people. he would say. So I grabbed the backpack and climbed out. I'm ready to explore Caster.