Mr. Payne

Chapter 2

"Zaynie wake up!" Saffah nudged me till I woke up.

I open my eyes and victoria type house duplex. It was a three-story house made with red bricks. It was separated by adjacent houses by a wall.

I was snapped back to reality when Trisha called my name.
"Zayn come get a box and go in our new house." I nodded and grabbed on of the boxes in the moving truck. I entered the doorway and it led straight to the living room. The previous owners left their furniture but took with them all of the appliances. I went to a hallway and opened the first door to my left. It led to the kitchen. I kept going and went passed a winding stairwell. The next door and it led to the basement. I'm not going down there yet, so went back to the stairs and climbed up. The second floor is where the bedrooms are. I checked the first room and Doniya was already in it. " My room." She threw a pillow to close the door. Next were to doors facing eachother. I pushed both doors and Waliyah and Saffah were in it, left and right respectivley.

The last room was at the end of the hallway. I opened of the doors and it was my room and just in front of it was the door leading to the toilet. Great, I wouldn't have to fight for the toilet every morning.

The last bedroom was the one upstairs where mum will be sleeping in.

Everything seemed alright so far.

My room seemed normal. It was empty except for the maroon wallpaper, a carpeted floor, a walk-in closet and a lonely painting hanging on one side of the wall. Perfectly normal. The light was dim and I'd prefer it that way. No windows so no one can let the light in to wake me up in the morning.

It all looked depressing. But that's the way I liked it. But in any case I can spruce it up a bit with my paintings and drawings and I have to do something about the painting of a tree.

Anyway I went back outside to grab my personal effects. All my boxes and trinkets. I pass by mum in the kitchen.

"Oh Zen dear. The movers said that they'd already brought your bed to your room." She smiled at me

"Great. Thanks for letting me know." I move towards the staircase but go back to ask something I forgot about.

"Mum can I paint on one of the walls in my room so it wouldn't look like one of those torture room in one of those gore movies?" I asked making a little pot hoping she's allow it.

" hmmmmmmmmm. Fine but just one wall. No spray paint. Only oil paint or water colors." She confirmed.

"Yey! Thinks mum." I went to her side and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

I ran upstairs and sure enough my bed was in my room. I dropped the box in the room and went back to get the rest.

It was like that until lunchtime. Back and forth. The last box was just in time for Waliyah to call me and eat for lunch.

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After lunch it's time to open the boxes and set up my room.

Opening the first box I emptied it. It contained all of my comic books. My comics ranged from Dr. Strange to Captain America to Captain Marvel for the Marvel comics and a little bit of Wonder woman and the flash to Batman for DC.

Opening the next box I saw my lamp and my limited edition Iron Man night light. I don't use the latter anymore but still, a limited edition is worth something.

The third box contained my art supplies. I brought out a large canvas covering one side of the room and tried to imagine what I'd be drawing on it. Limitless possibilities from an empty canvas. Before that I have to fix my other stuff. Putting away my shoes and clothes in my closet. Laying fresh new beddings and a new duvet and pillow cases. I here banging on one side of the wall.

"Waliyah is that you?"

"Yeah. Just putting up posters and charts, sorry to disturb." Waliyah's sounded.

I ignored the banging and sure enough a few minutes and it stopped. Now to finish my room. I took out my old painting and posters and put them up.

Just one more I have to replace the sad painting of a tree that was already here hanging above my bed. I removed my shoes and climbed on the bed. I lifted it up and a little surprise hit me.

"Oh. There's a vent."