The next week elapses in a blur of moving trucks bringing the last of our possessions; of meetings with the school administrative; of paperwork; of running; and, of course, more adventures.
But this weekend my dad is going away. Him and a few of his buddies from high school are going up north on a fishing - mostly drinking because none of them know how to fish - trip. Shamefully, I am so relieved he will be gone for the weekend. Don't get me wrong I love my father and everything he has done for me but sometimes I need a break from his hyper and adventurous personality, it is quite tiresome.
The house to myself for a whole weekend? Yes, please.
After my run, I putter around the house cleaning what needs to be cleaned and putting away stray items. I'm just settling into the couch when the doorbell rings, with a heavy sigh I stand and slump towards the door. Looking out the window I can see a mail truck but what I didn't expect is to find an attractive guy around my age when I open the door.
"Hello," He beams a bright and friendly smile. His blonde hair reaches to the tips of his eyebrows and his brown eyes are wide and staring intently at me. "Is this the Chad household?" He asks to which I simply nod in response. "Great," Another beaming smile. "I have a package for Mr. Chad." He reaches behind him into a bag slung over his shoulder. As he looks away I take the moment to look him over; he definitely is around my age, he has a tall athletic build, oh, and his name is Adam. Well, at least that's what his shirt tells me.
"He's not here right now," I find my voice. Contrary to what most believe when meeting someone for the first time I am usually a bubbling, awkward idiot. But then when they got to know me ... well that is an entirely different story. As soon as I think about my social awkwardness upon first meeting a certain face flashes into my mind, a face to whom I wasn't shy the first time we met, actually I was the opposite. I was argumentative, stubborn and even rude; highly unlike me until I get more comfortable around people.
Adam turns back to me, a small brown package in hand. "Well, is it alright if I leave it with you?"
"Of course."
"Who are you, exactly?" His tone is light and happy despite his choice of words. And that smile is ever present.
"His daughter, Annabella Chad." I smile slightly back at him. When I say my name his face brightens like he knows me.
"Oh! You're the new girl right?" He inquires, I nod in response. He then adds, "You are the talk of the town." And throws in a playful wink and a deep chuckle. I grin widely back at him.
"Wow, certainly doesn't take long for word to get out." I comment tucking a stray hair behind my ear.
"Nope," He responds, "not in a town like this." He then hands me the package and a clipboard. "If I could just get you signature at the bottom that would be great."
I take both the clipboard and package but as I look to where I am supposed to sign I realize something sort of important, "Would you happen to have a-?"
"Pen?" He finishes my sentence, a smirk on his face. He digs around in his pocket for a moment before producing a pen, I smile gratefully at him.
"Thanks." I say before taking it and scribbling my name across the bottom. "Here you go."
"Thank you Ms. Chad."
"And thank you Mr. Adam." We both smile and then he's walking down the porch with a final wave.
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Later on in the evening I was starting to go stir crazy. I decided to take a walk downtown and see what people did for fun around here, but as I got to the main street I sadly got my answer. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing to do around here. Main street consisted of a café/restaurant, an ice cream shop, a pizza shop, a 24 hour gym, a bank, and a grocery store.
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Finding Home
Teen Fiction"You're wrong, I never broke your heart. Because it always belonged to someone else."
