The story I want

Prologue

I spent my whole life in an exhausting town with high expectations. Expectations set by my family and myself. It seemed simple, get good grades, be smarter then my sister. Don't get into any trouble, be better then my sister. I had to be good but not too good or the standard for me grew. When my sister left, I was 13, I gained new expectations. I had to make up for the trouble that the black sheep of my family "caused". As I got older keeping up the charade got harder. So I left. I felt a need to be better then all of my family, an insatiable appetite to do things they couldn't or wouldn't. So I got my degree, was the first to go to college, saved up my money and left my town. The expectations, the judgement, the charade, It all fell away. During my drive to New Orleans, where I would soon reside, my old life passed through my mind, but also the excitement of my new one. It felt surreal. I got my dream job, in my dream towns, with my dream house. I was told I could make it if I truly wanted it, but I was also told it wasn't substantial. That it wouldn't last. As I pulled up to my beige and green house with a bay window up front, I let out a breath. It was perfect. From the beige base with sage green panelling, to the beautiful English garden and cobblestone path to the front door. The aroma of lavender and honey suckle flooded my nose. As I was walking up to my new home, I heard hollering from across the street. A couple was fighting, the lady pushed a man out and he walked to his motorcycle while they continued their yelling match. The lady had gorgeous black curled hair and was wearing a pink robe, and the man was tall with blonde curly hair and black sweatpants. As he started to drive away and the yelling subsided, he glanced at me and flicked down the visor on his helmet. The lady also glared at me before slamming her door shut. "Not so perfect." I said with a huff as I walked through the front door, a small box of breakables tucked carefully under my right arm. The interior was even better then the exterior of the house. It reminded me of a neat cabin in the woods one where fairies might live. With the arched door ways and fancy dark wood floors to match. It would take awhile to get set up but one thing was for sure. This was my new safe space, my comfort, my home, and in a week the first day of my career would finally start. That night I dreamt of all my soon to be adventures, and soon to be challenges, a fitting end to my old life.