Ringing the doorbell, I listen to the little-kid-nursery-rhyme tune play in Sam's house. Her parents rush to the door and I hear them mumbling about something.
They open the door and have wide eyes when they see me. They are dressed in lounge wear, making it apparent to me they weren't expecting anyone today.
"Oh, hello Derek! We didn't expect you to be here today!" They say jovially, sounding throughly surprised and altogether stunned I am here. They breathe like a fish out of water, huffing and puffing, struggling for air.
"Yes. I just came from school and I have been feeling down because I didn't get to formally introduce myself last time I was here." I say, trying to be over dramatic to catch their attention.
"Oh ok... Well, I guess since you are here today... Um, why don't we show you around?" They offer, putting awkward pauses in between when they can't think of something to say.
"Oh you don't have to, but might as well!" I respond, feeling like both of us are playing a game of chess, choosing our moves carefully and keeping our poker faces on.
They let me in their house and I am throughly stunned with what I see. Their house is completely clean, even though they were not expecting anyone.
Everything is white with pops of one color as an accent. Each room has a different accent color, making the place seem elegant. It's so beautiful it could sweep me off my feet.
"Wow! You have such a beautiful house." I complement them, still occupied with observing their home.
They show me upstairs and I force myself to think straight, realizing I'm not here to look around. I am here to find that journal and nothing else.
I notice that they naturally skip Sam's brother's room. It must be normal, so I decide to not mention it, but still make a side note in my brain.
I scan Sam's room not finding the journal anywhere. Finally, when they have showed me most of the rooms, (I say most because they skipped the dead brother's room) they thank me for coming and I thank them. I make sure to tell them how grateful I am that they let me see their beautiful home.
Not finding what I needed, I internally frown at my inability to accomplish one simple thing. I will have to think of something later.
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