1 million questions - chapter 1

The first time I saw Owen Benjamin Koenig,it was a Wednesday. I was ten years old and new in town. I'm a huge fan of trying new things, so I was excited about making new friends. These new friends however, should be girls in my opinion. Even though I was a little bit old for this belief, I still thought boys had cooties. A little bit. Right when I saw Owen, I knew that we would have a past in the future. But this was the present and that sure didn't need to start now. I hated him from the moment I looked at him. It might have been because I also fell in love with him a little bit the first time I saw him. Not that I ever would have admitted it that day. Boys were disgusting to my almost-in-fifth-grade self. Kind of. Not Adam Vick from my fourth grade class. He was an exception. But Owen Koenig was not. At least not at that moment.
I climbed out of my car. It was a long drive from New York City to Niles, a suburb of Chicago. I never understood my mother's crippling fear of planes. I've always wanted to go on one. Well, never mind. I was sunburned, because it gets hot in New York and all that reflective metal bounces the sun onto your skin. Well, at least that's why I think I have so much sunburn. Maybe its because I'm English, Irish, and Scottish. Maybe. But probably not. Anyways, I was wearing a purple tank top with blue stripes, jean shorts, white socks, and dark blue tennis shoes with zippers instead of laces. I always remember what I'm wearing during important times in my life. And its usually not pretty. I'm not exactly fashionable. As long as I'm describing this, I might as well say what I look like. I have dark brown hair, super light blue eyes, and too many freckles. I'm incredibly skinny because I never sit still and sometimes I forget to eat. You can see my ribs and I think its kinda gross. I've tried getting fat, but it's never worked. Not that I really want to be fat. Just not sickly looking. My nails are almost always chipped and I bite them. I'm kind of a tomboy, but secretly I love dresses and nail polish and pretty much everything you can consider girly. But no one knows that except me at this moment in time. I want to keep it that way. For my image and all. Ha.
A boy ran up to me. He looked like trouble. "Are you my new neighbor?" He asked. "What's your name? How old are you?"
"Cool it, cookie." I said, not answering any of his questions. I walked up to my new house.
"I'm Owen." He said. "Are you gonna tell me your name?"
"Maybe," I said, "If you stop asking questions. You do that way too often."
"I betcha ten bucks I could ask you a million questions before you could ask me a million." He squinted as he stared into my eyes in an incredibly competitive manner. I noticed his eyes were also blue, but darker than mine.
I bit my lip. "Your on," I said, "but we need some rules." I open my bag, walking into my new backyard. I pulled out a notebook that I'd doodled in on the car ride but was otherwise unused and a pen. "And also," I looked over my shoulder at him, "Don't expect to win."