Olive's Little Thoughts

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Walking into the new house. I have ben thinking that it wont be very difficult as it really was. I got out of the car, I walked to our new main door, our new porch, all these things I've never seen yet. The house was fine to me. I walked inside, An almost empty, lonely entryway. A big staircase leading upstairs was right by the wall, next to the door. I stepped closer inside. I rather small living room, I three seater sofa was placed facing the wall, where my dad would most likely hang up his enormous television he bought himself for Christmas two weeks ago. I turned left to see an open kitchen. There was no wall separating the kitchen and the living room. I didn't like that. But there's not really anything I could do about it. It seemed like there was a bedroom right next to the kitchen. I went inside. But I just took a tiny glimpse. I did not want that cold room to be my bedroom. Even though it had its own bathroom and a huge closet i still did not for some reason like it. Outside, near the kitchen was a small place for a dining room. Not that we are actually going to use it. I slowly made my way upstairs. It was a little hallway. My parents said it was a three bedroom house. So I have to choose one of these two doors to be my room. I walked in one of them. The same layout like all of the basic white rooms for parents who don't even spend their time in the house. That's for sure going to be the guest room. Nobody would want that room to be their own to live in, wake up and go to sleep every day. At least not me. That meant only one room was left. This room had to be the one. I knew it was. Because those two were for sure not the vibe for me. There was a little bathroom next to the new guest room, I shower a sink and a toilet. The poor room was probably desperately waiting to be decorated. I kind of already knew that that was not happening here. For my mom, decorations are just messy things laying around. I do not agree with her on that, just like many other things a do not agree on with her.

I finally made my way to my new room. It was rather small, not too small for me. It was actually the perfect size for me. A big window facing the road on the other side of the house. Perfect, nobody will be looking inside. On the left side of the door was a closet, nothing special but still something that needs to be here. I was definitely going to put my bed right next to the window. My new desk right across from the closet. Two feet or so next to my bed. And that's it. Only a little unused space, perfect for my exercising mat or my painting stand. Well that's about that. I found the perfect room for me. 

My dad was probably helping the guys who helped us move the stuff get everything out of their huge truck. And my mom? She was still outside talking with the neighbours. I slowly walked downstairs. 

"You picked a room already?" My dad asked me

   "Yup I did, the one on the left from the little bathroom upstairs" I said putting a small smile on my face.

"Alright then" My dad said while carrying a box full of things. 

It said "kitchen", written probably by my mom. I walked outside to check up on her. She was talking to the neighbour like a I expected her to. The lady seemed kind, she wore a long bark green skirt reaching her ankles. You could see her black leggings under her skirt since it was cold outside anyways. She probably just put them on and quickly ran out of their house when she saw our car approaching. A boy stood next to her. He was almost a head taller than her. He smiled at me with his teeth showing and waved at me happily. 

"Hello!" His mom said to me when i walked out of the main door. 

" Oh hello, good evening." I said with a slight smile that somehow managed to stay on from my previous conversation with my dad.

" I'm Noah, wanna talk a bit?" the quite tall boy said 

" Nice to meet you. Sure." I said, i might have sounded a bit cold, I wasn't in the mood to talk but I felt like it would be pretty bad to not have a great relationship with my next door neighbour. Right?

" So, how old are you?" Noah asked. I quite did not expect that to be the first thing he'd ask me. But he did. As we walked to their porch sitting on a bright red bench, our shoes wet from the snow, rested on the little crocheted rug. He was indeed a little taller than me. Most boys weren't really. I'd say that I'm pretty tall. I liked that he was taller. 

" Oh? I'm fifteen, I'll start high school soon, you?" I said looking into his deep brown eyes.

" That's cool, I'm sixteen, I'll be a sophomore. Seems like your mom is calling you" He said looking at me with a soft warm smile still on his face.

I got  up " I should probably get going then, see you around...Noah" I said starting to walk away slowly making my way to my mom.

" Hey? Can i ask you one more thing?" What's your name mystery girl?" He said, as I turned around I saw a wide grin on his face

" Olive, Olive Lee" I said and then turning back and focusing on my way again.

" Bye Olive!" He yelled at him chuckling

" Bye Noah" I said, I did not yell, I didn't know if he heard me, but that was not important.