The Guy Next Door

Well the people who use to live next door to me were complete lunatics, just crazy. They fought so much and stabbed each other (I don't know all the details). My room is really open to noise; I am guessing that if I can hear the people next door they can hear into my house. Annoying, but I can live with it. So anyway finally who we name psycho Sally and Crazy Chris, moved out and this male family moved in. There is the father, a son about my age and a son who I think is either twelve of thirteen. I haven't spoken to any of them, which isn't very neighbourly of me, but they can already hear too much of my life and I don't want them to know too much.

One night I was having trouble sleeping it must have been around one in the morning and I just couldn't fall asleep. I tried and tried, but it seems when you try your hardest to fall asleep the more difficult it is. I was lying in bed, when the car next door pulled in. It is such a loud car you could hear it from a mile away. I heard the engine stop and listened to the voices talking. I may not have met the people next door but I know their voices pretty well. The father has a not very deep scratchy voice and when he gets mad it becomes a little whiny. The youngest boy has a sweet, yet-to-be-broken voice, he sometimes sounds like a girl. The middle son has a really nice voice, it isn't too deep because he isn't that old, but it has this soft lullaby tone to it, a peace maker’s voice.

So the night I couldn't sleep I was listening to the voices and the middle son’s voice was so nice it helped me fall asleep. I don't remember what any of them were saying, I don't make it a point to listen into other people's conversations, and I just liked hearing the voices drifting into my room.

Voices can really affect how you see a person though, the same with a smell. I think voices carry so much power; I would love to think I have a nice voice, but I think it is very Australian and sometimes I sound obnoxious because of the way I pronounce words. I would love to have a calming voice, that as soon as someone hears it, it washes over them and they are filled with sudden relief and happiness. My voice doesn't make people cringe, like for instance the nanny's or Janice from Friends, but it doesn't wash over people. The young guy next door has a voice that fills you with calm.

I am making it a habit to close all the windows in my room before I go to bed though, I don't like being rude and listening into the house next door, and even though the voice might be calming I would prefer talk to him face-to-face and maybe learn his name.

Oh well, first day back at school tomorrow, so I am off to bed. *Yawn*