gorgeaux
06-03-2008, 07:24 PM
chapter one;
It was just another warm, Virginia day as my family and I stepped out of Washington-Dulles International Airport to the Avis rental center. Of course, I had no idea if it was a typical warm Virginia day, or if the Dulles of Washington-Dulles was optional, since it had only been my twenty-eighth minute in my new home state.
As my parents went to pick up our substitute car, my sister, Jocelyn, scowled and looked around at the blue sky. At twelve, she had a newfound I’m-almost-a-teenager attitude that drove me up the wall. Her long light brown hair twisted in a light breeze and she picked at her long fingernails before stopping and returning to hating Virginia. On the other hand, I thought as Virginia as a new adventure, a new chapter in my life, or basically a new way to think while I’m almost crying in the middle of the night.
My parent pulled up in a bronze Toyota Town and Country and my sister and I helped put our luggage in the back. I pulled my oversize American Eagle tote closer to me as I hopped in. The minivan smelled of the new car smell, and I immediately thought of an article I read about the new car smell causing cancer. But I had read it on the internet and my parents had dubbed me “Miss Information,” pun intended, so I shoved the thought to the back of my mind.
We drove out onto the long, winding freeway and headed south to Chantilly, Virginia. The ride was silent, except my mother familiarizing herself with the local country station, and my parents talking about my uncle’s new annoying wife. I pulled out my white video iPod and looked at Jocelyn with a well-this-is-it look. She scowled in reply and I gave her a sarcastic thumb up while putting the left ear bud into the wrong ear. I switched them before turning on “Supersonic” by Family Force 5 and fading into the pulsating of the drums.
Looking down at my Motorizr cell phone, I gazed sadly at a picture of my two best friends, Kayla and Shelly, blowing kisses into my cell phone’s camera. When I had left yesterday for the hotel while the rest of my old house was getting moved out, we literally sat on the living room floor crying. It seemed my living in Texas was too short lived, yet it had been four years. I slid the phone back down into its locked position and dropped it into my tote, changing to another Family Force 5 song.
About forty-five minutes later, we pulled into a subdivision called “Springwood Heights”. It seemed like a very high-class subdivision, considering the fact I danced around the house in my pajamas and said “y’all”. My mother looked back at our unemotional faces and she gave us a half-glare before turning to our dad.
“Oh, Andrew, this is going to be great!” My mom gave my dad a peck on the cheek and looked around. Looking out the window, I saw fairly large houses, and yet our family had still been able to afford ours, even though we were tight on money. Different colored panes gleamed in the two o’ clock sunshine, and after a minute of a winding road, we turned into a medium-large house with white panes, navy blue shudders, and a dark pine porch. It was my first time seeing the house in person, and to see it in pictures just wasn’t enough. It was literally the house of my dreams.
The moment the car stopped my sister and I stared each other down. Slyly getting out of the car, we stabilized ourselves as we walked side by side to the door, looking at each other in a sweetly sick way. My dad stepped in between us and opened the door. I’m not sure if Jocelyn or I knocked him over, but he toppled as we raced upstairs to the bedrooms. At the top of the staircase, Jocelyn took a left and I took a right, running straight into a room with wood floors and a nook. There was a walk-in bathroom and at the top of my lungs, I screamed.
“This is my room forever and ever!” With my luck, there would probably be a terrible flaw to it I had overlooked, but with beautiful, slick wood floors and a nook overlooking the sunset, how could I refuse? Jocelyn rushed in to see my territory and scoffed.
“Wood floors and a nook.” I smirked at her and sat at the nook. Jocelyn went over to my closest and we both noticed it was small.
“You may have wood floors, but I’ve got a huge closet!” She smirked back and skipped into her room. Thankfully, we were on opposite sides of the house, so I wouldn’t have to face her wrath in the morning. A few minutes later, my parents arrived in my room.
“Looks like we’ll have to take carpet cleaner off the ‘to buy’ list.” My dad said, smiling. I was such a klutz, and my old room had eyeliner smudges everywhere. I had to keep a bottle of Resolve in my closet.
“Thanks, Dad.” I gave him a hug then walked off to inspect Jocelyn’s room.
“Hey, Mae,” my sister said coolly as I arrived in her room. “’Ya like?” It looked basically like her old room, except with a giant closet. There was shaggy carpet and the two windows faced into a wooded backyard.
“Yeah, I do like.” I walked out of her room and into my bathroom. The cool, blue tile glimmered under the fluorescent lights and the silver faucet looked untouchable, due to the fact I hadn’t touched, splattered water, or threw soap on it yet.
“So, you girls ready to go?” My mom called from downstairs.
“Yeah,” Jocelyn and I yelled back. We exited from the garage and got into the car. As we pulled away, I saw a blonde girl with two other girls looking at each other then the house then at the car. I wondered if they were going into tenth grade as we drove off. I shrugged my shoulders, pulled my feet onto the leather chair, turned on my iPod, and we drove away to the local Marriott.
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It was just another warm, Virginia day as my family and I stepped out of Washington-Dulles International Airport to the Avis rental center. Of course, I had no idea if it was a typical warm Virginia day, or if the Dulles of Washington-Dulles was optional, since it had only been my twenty-eighth minute in my new home state.
As my parents went to pick up our substitute car, my sister, Jocelyn, scowled and looked around at the blue sky. At twelve, she had a newfound I’m-almost-a-teenager attitude that drove me up the wall. Her long light brown hair twisted in a light breeze and she picked at her long fingernails before stopping and returning to hating Virginia. On the other hand, I thought as Virginia as a new adventure, a new chapter in my life, or basically a new way to think while I’m almost crying in the middle of the night.
My parent pulled up in a bronze Toyota Town and Country and my sister and I helped put our luggage in the back. I pulled my oversize American Eagle tote closer to me as I hopped in. The minivan smelled of the new car smell, and I immediately thought of an article I read about the new car smell causing cancer. But I had read it on the internet and my parents had dubbed me “Miss Information,” pun intended, so I shoved the thought to the back of my mind.
We drove out onto the long, winding freeway and headed south to Chantilly, Virginia. The ride was silent, except my mother familiarizing herself with the local country station, and my parents talking about my uncle’s new annoying wife. I pulled out my white video iPod and looked at Jocelyn with a well-this-is-it look. She scowled in reply and I gave her a sarcastic thumb up while putting the left ear bud into the wrong ear. I switched them before turning on “Supersonic” by Family Force 5 and fading into the pulsating of the drums.
Looking down at my Motorizr cell phone, I gazed sadly at a picture of my two best friends, Kayla and Shelly, blowing kisses into my cell phone’s camera. When I had left yesterday for the hotel while the rest of my old house was getting moved out, we literally sat on the living room floor crying. It seemed my living in Texas was too short lived, yet it had been four years. I slid the phone back down into its locked position and dropped it into my tote, changing to another Family Force 5 song.
About forty-five minutes later, we pulled into a subdivision called “Springwood Heights”. It seemed like a very high-class subdivision, considering the fact I danced around the house in my pajamas and said “y’all”. My mother looked back at our unemotional faces and she gave us a half-glare before turning to our dad.
“Oh, Andrew, this is going to be great!” My mom gave my dad a peck on the cheek and looked around. Looking out the window, I saw fairly large houses, and yet our family had still been able to afford ours, even though we were tight on money. Different colored panes gleamed in the two o’ clock sunshine, and after a minute of a winding road, we turned into a medium-large house with white panes, navy blue shudders, and a dark pine porch. It was my first time seeing the house in person, and to see it in pictures just wasn’t enough. It was literally the house of my dreams.
The moment the car stopped my sister and I stared each other down. Slyly getting out of the car, we stabilized ourselves as we walked side by side to the door, looking at each other in a sweetly sick way. My dad stepped in between us and opened the door. I’m not sure if Jocelyn or I knocked him over, but he toppled as we raced upstairs to the bedrooms. At the top of the staircase, Jocelyn took a left and I took a right, running straight into a room with wood floors and a nook. There was a walk-in bathroom and at the top of my lungs, I screamed.
“This is my room forever and ever!” With my luck, there would probably be a terrible flaw to it I had overlooked, but with beautiful, slick wood floors and a nook overlooking the sunset, how could I refuse? Jocelyn rushed in to see my territory and scoffed.
“Wood floors and a nook.” I smirked at her and sat at the nook. Jocelyn went over to my closest and we both noticed it was small.
“You may have wood floors, but I’ve got a huge closet!” She smirked back and skipped into her room. Thankfully, we were on opposite sides of the house, so I wouldn’t have to face her wrath in the morning. A few minutes later, my parents arrived in my room.
“Looks like we’ll have to take carpet cleaner off the ‘to buy’ list.” My dad said, smiling. I was such a klutz, and my old room had eyeliner smudges everywhere. I had to keep a bottle of Resolve in my closet.
“Thanks, Dad.” I gave him a hug then walked off to inspect Jocelyn’s room.
“Hey, Mae,” my sister said coolly as I arrived in her room. “’Ya like?” It looked basically like her old room, except with a giant closet. There was shaggy carpet and the two windows faced into a wooded backyard.
“Yeah, I do like.” I walked out of her room and into my bathroom. The cool, blue tile glimmered under the fluorescent lights and the silver faucet looked untouchable, due to the fact I hadn’t touched, splattered water, or threw soap on it yet.
“So, you girls ready to go?” My mom called from downstairs.
“Yeah,” Jocelyn and I yelled back. We exited from the garage and got into the car. As we pulled away, I saw a blonde girl with two other girls looking at each other then the house then at the car. I wondered if they were going into tenth grade as we drove off. I shrugged my shoulders, pulled my feet onto the leather chair, turned on my iPod, and we drove away to the local Marriott.
3+cmnts for next chapter!
c+c appreciated!