The New Boy

Chapter 44

Two weeks had passed and I was alone in the house. It's Saturday and mom and dad went out early that morning, they didn't even care to tell me where they were going. But it's okay because I got to have the house to myself.

I got up from my bed and hopped into the shower then brushed my teeth. I then went downstairs to make myself cereal.

When I got there, I found pancakes. I love my mom. The chocolate syrup was placed next to my plate of three pancakes. I could not wait to chow it all down.

I squirt the syrup over the pancakes, took a fork then went to sit down. I watched TV and ate.

Oh goodness they were so freaking good.

After I was done, I went to wash the dish that I was using.

I heard the door open as I was washing the dish, I also heard my parents' voices.

"Hi Elle." Mom greeted.

"Hi mom and dad." I said without looking.

"Elle."

"Yes mom?" I turned around in a rush.

I saw a shadow behind my parents. Then she stepped into the light. What I had assumed was a shadow took the form of a girl. She could pass off as a twelve year old but apparently she was fifteen years old. She was petite. Her lips were a carefully tinted red and her skin was flawless. She had chestnut brown hair with blonde highlights, nowhere near the point of being black. It was poker-straight and pulled back into a low ponytail. She had high, delicate cheek bones, small nose, hazel eyes and creamy smooth skin. She was so pretty, at her age, I had the craziest pimples ever, mountains of zits all over my face, but hers was so smooth and flawless.

The girl stood with a hip jutted to one side, her right arm draped across her slender body, clasping the elbow opposite. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that was a washed out red, it hung so low that her shorts only peeked, a fringe of denim cut-offs.

Her smile was warm with a hint of shyness and her lips were like a frozen rose, dangerous but beautiful. Although, something told me that the shyness was an act and that she was wild as ever, I mean, she was used to being around people.

I curved my lips into a smile to show her a sense of welcoming and home. What a lovely surprise, I had a sister.

"Elle, meet Riley." My dad said.

"Hi Riley, nice to meet you." I held out my hand for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you too." She said. Words rolled off her tongue in a timbre of warmth, the melodic sounds distinctly foreign. It was pretty clear that she was English. Her voice was bold and it sounded contrary to the shyness that I saw in her smile a few minutes earlier. Her eyes were also welcoming, as though she was already letting me in as a big sister.

"Here's her luggage, take it upstairs to that guest room, it's hers now. You can decorate it the way you want to, alright Riley?"

"Okay Mrs M." Riley replied. I picked up her luggage and went upstairs with her. She came with the rest of her luggage.

I finally had a sister, she even had a nice name, Riley. Riley Monroe. I wondered what her actual surname was.

"So I know the room is too white, you can decorate it however you like. Mom will give you the money to get anything you want so don't worry about the cash." I said to her.

"It's okay, I like white. It's my favorite color."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes I am. It symbolizes pureness, something that my soul lacks." I did not know what she meant but I did not ask anymore questions.