Blink

Chapter 2

        Today we would be looking at a house. It was a house built in 1905 and it's brick, we had looked at the photo's online and my dad said if we bought it I would get the room upstairs. It's like an attic bedroom, it has the angled roof/wall. It's absolutely beautiful and  would love to live there.

        My dad yelled from down the hall,"Genevieve! Are you ready?" I sighed and put on my hollister shirt, I was almost done, just finishing getting dressed.

        I yelled back, "Yeah, Daddy!" I then checked the mirror one last time and hopped down the stairs in my socks, I grabbed my blue vans and went outside. I got in the car and checked my phone while I waited for my dad. Of course he would rush me and then make me wait. He finally walked outside, locked the door and got in the car.

        "So, Daddy?"

        "Yes Sweetie."

        "The eigth grade dance is coming up soon... And I was hoping I could get a dress soon?"

        "Sure. But your not allowed to go with a boy, your too young."

        Sure, I didn't agree with him. I think fourteen is an okay age to date, all my friends were dating in 6th grade. However, there were no boys I was interested in at my school. None the less, none of them were interested in me either. I have brown, long hair. But It was thick and its ends were multiple colors. I thought it was neat, others though I was punky for doing it. I was also thin and probably not comfortable to hug and my eyes are boring old brown.

        We drived in to the drive way. The yard was humongous and full of trees perfect for climbing and maybe taking a few naps. I know what you're thinking, who would nap in a tree? Well, I would. And I have, as long as it's a wide and thick branch and not to high it's okay. I used to climb the roof at my house and lay down up there. It's peaceful.

        At the door was a man, the person who I guessed owned the house. There was also a boy who I don't think I had ever seen before. His hair was smooth and brown with a few honey-blonde highlights. He had on a denim jacket and vans. His face was gentle and when I got out of the car he gave me a small wink. I blushed and lowered my head.

        My dad shaked hands with the realtor man, his name was Jone and his son, Jayson. Jayson had shaked my hand and opened the door for me and my dad. Mr. Jone had shown us all of downstairs when he and my dad started talking about politics. Of course I thought to myself.

        "Jayson, why don't you show her the upstairs bedrooms." Mr. Jone probably didn't want to bore us, I glanced at my dad and he nodded his approval. Jayson took my hand and showed me to the he upstairs attic bedrooms. There was a daybed by the window. He sat down, we started talking about things and I found out he had been homeschooled but he was coming to my school!

        "So..." he said gently. He then started taking off his denim jacket. I looked at him and I guess he thought I was thinking badly of him so he apologized, "Sorry... I'm not trying to be suggestive. I just got hot..." I nodded and sat by him, he took my hand. I started to blush crazy, he guided my hand to the wall, there was a little secret cabinet that blended in with the wall.

         "Sometimes, I would write letters to my mom, maybe she could read them. I stopped 4 years ago, when I was 10." He was my age, I thought to myself.

        "Where is she, why didn't you mail them?" I asked.

        "She's dead."

        "I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

        "Don't be, it's not your fault."

        I tugged at his hand and then he dropped a key in my other hand. "I want you to have them,h I'm leaving them at this house. So convince your dad to let you live here. No matter what, I trust you..." He stuttured, I never told him my name! I replied suddenly, "Genavieve. That's my name."

        "That's a beautiful name... I trust you, Genavieve."