Glory

into Beacon Hills

The drive from the station is a quiet one; Chris and I have always been the silent kind. Allison was just like her mom.
Why are you thinking of Allison?
I have been thinking of Allison. I guess I'm still dumbfounded. She was one of the best skilled hunters I knew. Other than my father. I still remember when we would train together. We even went through training (torture) exercises we had to undergo to be trainers. We did everything together.
We did...
I blinked back to reality, I watched the California setting pass by me. Sun, palm trees, sand. So different from Welsh. Chris made a small grown with his throat. "Welcome...h-home..." he was clearly nervous. I was just numb. The house was the same. The paint, the slanted roof me and Al would hang out on after training.
I could see her room from the driveway. Those puffy white curtains were still there.
I looked at Chris. Who was looking at me. His eyes were unnerving. He was struggling to keep a poker face. I gave him a small smile. "Thank you. I thought you guys moved to an apartment?" I asked.
I had just realized this. "We had always kept the house, but after Victoria died, we just needed a new area. But now that your here, maybe you need a familiar setting." he was slightly stuttering. He had seriously been thinking on how to make me comfortable. "Thank you so much Chris. This is...perfect. " and it wasn't a lie.
He just smiled. We were piled out of the car, and standing in the large living room. Nothing had changed at all. Even the pictures...
Chris had pointed me up the stairs, the room to the left of Allisons, was mine. I walked past her white door. I froze. I just stood their. I doesn't feel as if she's not here on the earth, it was more like, she was at a friends house, or out of the country. But not gone. I could still smell her perfume. My eyes began to fill. I closed my eyes and walked to my room. The walls were painted an mint green and empty. Their was puffy white curtains, like in Allison's room. There was a large poster white bed, with dark wooden pillars on each four corners. A medium sized flat screen mounted of the wall, and a walk in closet to the left of the door.
I set my suitcase on the floor, their is a van that is transporting the rest of my belongings. "knock, knock." I turned to look at Chris. He was leaning in the door way. "Um, since its Saturday, I've already enrolled you in school, so Monday morning you will be attending Beacon Hills highschool." he said. "I was homeschooled." I said. A hot flash ran over the back of my neck. We lived in the far out country. It was too far from any schools. "Yes, I know. But I can't homeschooling you." he sighed. "Oh! I know! Its just..." I stamperd. I didn't know what to say. Only he and Allison could make me jumble my words.
I sat on the edge of my bed. I used the tip of my boot to pick at the end of my jeans. He walked over and sat next to me. I could feel his emotion. He was as stumbled as me. "Youre nervous. Its Ok." he said. "Argents don't get nervous. They get strong. " I repeated. I could feel the words my father reiterated to me as a child. I could hear his intake of breath. "This is your first public school. You don't have to be strong till Monday. Just rest." Chris leaned in, and kissed me on my temple.
"Ive always remembered you and Allison always looked distinctly alike. Its more prominate now than ever. " he smiled at me. But I could see the pain in his eyes. "Im glad your here." he said. He stood up and walked towards the door, and looked back at me. I smiled back. A weak smile, but a genuine one.
With that he left me alone in the room.