Mystery Boy (Sounds better than it is)

Mimi and I were watching the new people move into the house that the workers built right next door to her, where before there were just a bunch a weeds, broken glass, and prickle bushes.

Actually, we were spying on them from her upstairs window, so they couldn't see us and we wouldn't have to talk to them. Especially the mystery new boy who was going to be in our class. Mimi's mom was all excited about having new neighbors. She told Mimi she had to be nice to the new boy and let him play with us because he was going to be nervous and lonely. This did not sound like the kind of boy we wanted to play with. In my head I made a list of what could happen if you played with nervous, lonely creatures. It was not good.

We saw the mom, the dad, and eight or nine moving people, but there was no boy. The moving people were like big ants and hard to count because they were all wearing the same blue shirt and not keeping still. "Maybe they left: him at their old house," said Mimi. "Because he is terrible and they wanted to get rid of him," I said. "Because he is very gassy and has horrible breath," added Mimi. "And he burps and picks his nose!" I finished. "I'm glad he's not coming!" I said. "Me too!" said Mimi, and this made me secretly happy, because I did not want the new boy neighbor to be someone Mimi was going to like more than she liked me, her old girl neighbor.