One True Love

Chapter One-Moving In

I looked through the cloudy window of my mothers rusty blue car As we took a left down a street called Boredoton Street.

We drove down Boredoton Street about ten houses down the hill, then we pulled into a driveway in front of an old blue house.

"Mom are you serious?" I say hoping that we acedently pulled into the wrong house, on the wrong road, in the wrong town, in the wrong state.

"What?" She apparently didn't realize how bad this situation was.

"We move from Florida to the middle of no where Connecticut. And have an adress of 27 Boredoton street? That screams PLEASE BEAT ME UP! I AM OBVIOUSLY A STUPID VICTIM WHO WILL GIVE YOU MY LUNCH MONEY!" I shout.

"I know you are upset about this but my job moved me here." She says in her calm mom voice.

"Whatever." I say swinging the car door open. Why did the bank my mother run have to close down? And why couldn't they move her to a bank in Orlando or Tampa Bay? Or even someplace in Georgia? Why would they choose Connecticut? The most boring of all states.

Let me tell you moving from the hustle bustle city of Miami to the boring suburban town of East Hartford, is not a smooth transition.

I Sit on the back porch of the house until the movers bring all of our stuff from the truck in the house.

I looked around. Connecticut smelle really good. Like maple leaves and forest. There was a ton of trees. The new yorkers are right. CT is totally a forest. Other than that but, it was drizzling, but there was snow on the ground. Why is there snow o the ground? It's March 16th! I thought it only snowed in december and January. Oh well.

My mother opened the back door and let me in. The back door was in the kitchen. The kitchen was small. It had a small fridge, a small oven, small drawers, and cabinets, and a small microwave. It was just small.

I took eight steps across the room and I was standing in front of a door. I opened the door and there was the master bedroom where my mother and father would sleep. The room was pretty empty with their bed in the center o the room, a small closet, and two dressers, plus a big window facing the street. I walked through the room and took a left leaving the room through the second door.

I was now standing in front of the main entrance. A's soon A's you enter the house you are in the living room. There was two leather couches, a tv stand and a mantle. It turns out our living room and dining room are in the same room. A sorry little wooden table that could sit about six people was about four feet away from the back of the sofa.

I stood between the sofa and the table and walked straight down the hallway. At the end of the hallway was three rooms. The first roo was a small sky blue room with my little sisters pink canopy bed, and pink furniture set in it. To the left of her room was a medium sized room painted a hideous yellow with my queen sized bed in it. I walked in to what I assumed to be my room. It had a large closet in it and a huge window. All my dressers and drawers in the room were in a good place so it would require me little to no furniture rearrangement. Good.

I walked out of my room and into the third room. A small little red bathroom with a small sink, a regular toliet, and a bathtub with a shower head that was the only thing I have ever seen in my whole life that was rustier than my mothers car.

"Mom! When's dad and Abby getting here?" I called from my too

A's I unpacked my stuff from their boxes.

Dad and Abby left after us because his best friends daughter and abbys best friend was in an accident a week before we were scheduled to leave.

"Friday night." She yelled from her room. The good thing about this small house that we were always at yelling distance.

I had to leave with my mother because the third quarter at my new school starts this week and so does her job. While my sisters school doesn't start until next Monday, and my dad is a computer software programer so he can work when ever he likes.

It was sunday morning when we got there. Six am sharp. When I finished unpacking it was only noon. So I went to unpack Abbys things. That took until three. Then my mother and I just orginized and unpacked random things until midnight. Finally we got this small little pathetic excuse for a house to look like home.

I lay in my bed in my new room.

It was so creepy in there. I felt like a ghost was going to pop out and eat me. This house was so old that there was probably like, 1000 ghosts swarming around in it.

I just laid in the bed with my lamp on until I finally feel asleep at four am.