Meeting the neighbors
As we walked into the the front garden of seventy three oak lane we were greeted by the barking of dogs and a rather tall pale man wearing a leather jacket and a pair of worn down jeans, beside him were two boxer dogs looking at us eagerly.
"What do you want?" he sneered "and what are you doin' in my drive"
"I'm new here i came down from newport I belive you are my neighbor so you are my neighbor" I replied tryng my best not to sound eved off .
"It shows your mum looks like a chav" he mentioned rudely "what number you in?"
"Seventy two" I replied
"That house has got a fair bit of history mind you, stuff you don't wanna know about"