Shiny wooden floors with white wall cloud my vision. I walked inside, know Mom would make this into a living room. A black line split the kitchen and living room; there were marble tiles for the floor. Wooden floors, colorful walls, it's my style. Loud pounding sounds came from the stairs, and I knew it was Rowan-Berry climbing up the stairs.
"Roxanne come up stairs!" shouted Rowan. Sighing, I climbed up the wooden stairs, and there was Rowan, standing at a door. I walked up to him, his little feet jumping up and down. "Roxanne, this is the best room ever for me!" It was a little room with a cabinet but spacious, just for a little boy like Rowan.
"This is awesome, there could be your bed," pointing to space near a window, " toys, and so much more!"
"Yeah!" he shrieked.
I left the room, searching for a room, I couldn't steal Rowan-Berry's room. There was a bathroom, a master's room for mom, and a another room I didn't check. I walked up to that room opened the door. Holy crap, this is totally my room! I could put my E-Mac there, and put my bed there and my story!
"Kids, Dad is here!" Mom yelled.
I burst the door open and before I knew it, I was at the door, and Dad was standing there, his smile making me hug him. Rowan hugged along with me. We let go, and Dad knew what were we going to say.
"Plane got delayed due to a malfunction in the plane, so the airport had to replace it with a another one. "
"Oh, Roxy, Rowan-Berry, I missed you."
Dad messed up Rowan's hair.
"Come on, let's order pizza, have-"
Dad put a palm on his face, the ball hitting Rowan's leg softly. We heard running, grabbed the ball to see some neighborhood kids running our way.
"I'm so sorry," a boy with black hair said, "Nathan kicked the ball and-Wait aren't you those new neighbors my mother talked about?"
Mom nodded.
"At least let me introduce myself. I'm James, and I'm 7."
"I'm 7 too!" Rowan exclaimed.
"Wanna play soccer?"
"Sure, although I'm not good." Rowan said. "Mom, can I play with him?"
"Yes, I'll call you when lunch is ready!"
Rowan ran off with James, with them being little chatter-boxes. A another kid waved and James yelled something. At least he already made a friend.
"Roxanne, why don't you help us?" Dad asked.
"Sure," I said. I had nothing to do anyways.
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4 Weeks 1 Friend
Narrativa generaleIt's the early 2000's and Roxanne has moved to Nashville,Tennessee. Her brand new middle school, Havenna Middle School, is offering new middle schoolers a summer program. Her little brother, Rowan, is excited to begin fresh in 2nd grade. But Roxanne...
