Leaves Are Falling

Chapter One

We drove down the road, covered with orange and brown leaves as Music played in my headphones. All the houses we passed almost looked identical to one another.

"You ok, Bailey?" Mother asked from the front seat, looking in the mirror, back at me and my little sister. I ignored her as the music still blasted in my ears. After what felt like years, we finally made it to the new house.

Mother pulled up into the driveway and parked the car. I opened the door and looked up at the cream-colored house with a brown roof. I sighed and walked to the trunk. The door was already open, so I grabbed my suitcase and two Duffle bags and walked up the driveway.

I walked to the porch and up the stairs. The wood creaked under my feet as I waited for Mother to open the door. I grew more annoyed as Mother took forever, to unload the bags from the car. She finally walked up the porch with my little sister behind her and unlocked the door.

We all walked in and looked around. I looked up the wooden stairs and walked up them in a hurry. I looked to my right and saw a door. I stumbled to the door and opened it. My new room stood before me in a still manner.

The room walls were a dark tan color, and the floor was a dark brown color. I sighed and walked in. I removed my headphones and looked out of my window which looked down at the driveway and the street. I set my bags to the side and ran downstairs.

I looked to the left and right and ran to the left, into the empty, soon-to-be dining room. The room was circular on one side, and that reminded me of my favorite movie, Coraline. The doorbell rang suddenly, and I walked to the door Calmly.

I opened the door, and a woman stood before me. She didn't look much older than 40. She looked at me cheerfully, with a wide smile on her face.

"Hello, I am Clare. I am your next-door neighbor. Welcome to the neighborhood!" She exclaimed, holding a glass container of what seemed to be some type of bread.

I smiled slightly at her as she handed me the glass container. I grabbed it and looked at it warmly, as she smiled and walked off. Mother's footsteps inched in closer from the kitchen. "Bailey, the U-haul will be here in an hour. Will you help me unload?" She asked, her uggs stomping on the Wooden Floor.

I turned to her and nodded. Yes, the warm glass container is still in hand. She looked at it confused then at me. "What's that?" She asked, stopping in front of me. 

     "Some type of pastry, the neighbor gave it to me," I said softly, looking down at the container. The bread smelled of pumpkin spice and cinnamon. "Well, it smells good. Let's bring it to the kitchen and have some!" Mother exclaims, walking back to the kitchen that passes through the soon-to-be dining room.

I sighed and followed her. We pass through the dining room and to the kitchen. The black cabinets clashed with the walls. I set the bread down on the central island and looked around. My little sister sat on her blanket on the floor with her horse toys. My mother has always been the type of person to never let her kids play with electronics until they were above the age of 10, and I didn't blame her, all kids nowadays have electronics at the sad age of 5.

"I'm going to my room," I said to Mother, walking out of the kitchen and to the dining room. Mother ignored me as she typed away at her laptop. I wasn't surprised she was on her laptop. She was addicted to it, almost as addicted to it as I am addicted to my music. I walked up the stairs and up to my room. My door was slightly closed, so I opened it wider and walked in.

I lay down my suitcase on the floor and unzipped it. I opened the top and looked in. My clothes were a bit wrinkled but not too bad. I then realized I've got to wait for the boxes to get here to get my hangers for all my shirts. I sighed and closed it but didn't zip it up. I pushed it back to the wall and grabbed one of my Duffle bags. I unzipped it and spread it apart.