Just a Myth

Moving Day!

Chapter 2

"You mean to tell me, you only got the house for half the price." Jackie folded her arms over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently on the creaky wooden floor, of the 1600's Victorian house. Arnold swallowed, long and hard, trying as hard as he could to maintain eye contact with the floor, rather than hear his wife's scolding. "Jackie, I did, I swear. The... Uh, Karl! He said the man was eager to sell the place." Karl was the Realtor, whom had sold us the house. Arnold wasn't scared.... Well actually he was, his wife could be pretty tough on him at times. "And why in the hell was that!?" Her voice grew louder, echoing through the walls. "His mother was ill, and he needed money fast, to buy her medicine." Arnold searched his head for answers, sweat falling into the lines his frustrated expression had created. Jackie's mean scowl, slowly but surely turned to a grin, her pearly whites shining ear to ear. She screamed, jumping into Arnold's arms. "Oh baby thank you, thank you, thank you!!! What would I do without you!?" She dropped her bags, walking aimlessly around the house, taking in its' beauty. Arnold sighed, wiping the beats of sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. He folded it neatly after he was done, and followed his beloved wife. 

The front door swung open, a gust of wind chilling the house.

"Stomme klote huis." I cursed in Dutch. "YOUNG LADY! LANGUAGE!" My mother's voice screeched. "Oke! Oke!" I yelled. Of course I knew English, I just spoke Dutch to annoy my parents. They wanted me to speak the 'English' language. My father's heavy footsteps followed the lighter footsteps of my mother, my parents walked in through the corridor. "So how do you like?" I rolled my eyes, grabbing my iPhone. I took a deep breath; "haar vuilnis, ik wil terug naar huis gaan." My mother's eyes turned darker, and I knew I had made her angry. "I mean.... English country good." I faked an accent, throwing in an innocent grin. My mother flashed a smile. "English. NOW." I gulped, I better listen, before she turns hulk on me, again. "It's garbage, and I wanna go back home." My father gave me the 'TAKE IT BACK' look. My mother's lips parted to speak, however! I beat her to it thank god, "but I'll adjust, I'm grateful, honestly!" I laughed nervously. My mother squealed, hauling my father and I in for a hug. "This is going to be the perfect house! I promise!"  Yeah.... Right, I thought to myself.