I stared out the window of my family's red pick up truck into the world I would now be living in. It was bright outside and everything seemed bleached by the sun. The tree's leaves were a light shade of brown and the grass looked dry and thirsy because of the intense summer heat of Alcalde, New Mexico.
We were moving further and further away from our hometown as each second passed. I would miss the green, lush pastures, the distant scene of the mountains and the fresh cut grass smell that described our home in Sherwood, Tennessee.
We had no choice, though. Our home has been taken away from us due to forclosure. My dad was struggling with his job in a small business that made computer software and my mom worked at the grocery store up the block. Unfortunately, their lack of income couldn't cover the mortgage of our small ranch, so we had to move. The one thing I can't understand, though, is why we have to move so far away. There were plenty of other cheaper homes in Tennessee, but my parents wanted to move somewhere with 'growth' (whatever the hell that means) so we decided to move to New Mexico.
The ride from the airport seemed endless. The long, dry road stretched out ahead of us didn't seem very promising either. I leaned against the hot window and pulled out my mp3 player. I couldn't think about how my life would change right now.
We made it to the house about an hour later. I got out of the car to get a better look at it. The front yard was landscaped with some blooming cacti and sand around the edging of the house. As expected, the grass was dried out and in poor condition. The house itself was worse. The outside of it was wooden and looked like it was about to fall apart. Red shutters were placed on the windows that matched the red door. It wasn't a big house, of course. It was small and boxy and one story tall.
"Come on Terra. Help us with the luggage." My dad called. I turned from the house to face my dad, who was busy pulling on a huge suitcase lodged into the truck bed. I glanced at my mom, who was flitting over to my dad to help.
I sighed. "Coming." I groaned.
"Now Terra, I know this is not what you expected, but this is all we have right now. Please understand that, honey." My dad said softly with a sympathetic look in his eye. I knew this was just as hard for my parents as it was for me. They didn't ask for this, either.
"I know, dad. It's fine. I think the house has charm." I lied, glancing back at the horrid house. I smiled up at my dad. He ruffled my hair.
"That's my girl. Now help me with this stuff." He said happily.
I walked over to the car and started tugging on suitcase after suitcase for my parents to bring inside. The day flew by and before I knew it, night time had arrived. And with everything unpacked, I finally had the chance to check out the house.
I walked up to the front door and turned the handle slowly. The door creaked and groaned as the living room came into view. There was a wood burning fireplace on the far wall and some old chair and couches that came with the house. The hard wood flooring was warped and creaked loudly as I took my first step inside.
I was immediately overcome by the feeling that someone was watching me. I took a deep breath and tried shaking it off. It was an old house, so the creepy factor was definitely up there.
I took another step across the creaking wood floor. I exhaled slowly and noticed that I could see my breath. It wasn't cold though. It was far from being cold. I took a step back, feeling completely freaked out. Then, something grabbed my shoulder. I whirled around.
"Mom! Holy crap you scared me!" I yelled, catching my breath.
"Language, honey! And of course it's me! Who else would it be?" She questioned with a worried look on her face.
"I don't know. This place just gives me the creeps." I whispered, rubbing my arms. I glanced left and right, feeling a bit paranoid.
"Well get used to it. This is your new home." She scolded as she walked upstairs.
I sighed.
**Yes I know its slow. I had to introduce everthing first. itll pick up I promise (:**
