Finding Me

chapter eight

Sahara stood at her front door and waved to Fahima as she pulled out of the driveway. She opened the door to her quaint home.

Even though her house was small, it had character. 

It resides in Flenning Park, a Greek dominated community, just outside of Richmond Lands. Her father's only condition to buying a home was that it must be in a Greek community, Sahara believed it was a way for him to keep in step with his Greek roots. 

Her small, brown brick home stood tall with a point, as the maroon red of the tiled roof hung short over it. The stripping, white paint clung to the three foot, wooden fence that ensquared the house. The small dirt-patch walkway lead to a wide porch that held a wicker loveseat and old, evergreen rocking chair that had patches of cloths everywhere. While standing on the porch, facing the road, the left side had a withering garden that, once was beautiful; containing lilies, anemones, and Mrs. Caballarios' favourites -- dahlias, that sheloved to tender to during the spring and summer. Then to the right, had a swinging bench which lead to the backyard. 

As she entered the house, the first thing she notices was that she could hear the living room television blasting loud at what sounded like a commercial for Viagara. Sahara knew her parents were not home yet, and her brothers are most likely still at school. She licked her lips a frightening chill going through her spine  Grabbing her younger brother's hockey stick, she quietly crept to the living room, petrified by what she might find. 

"OH. MY. GOD," she screamed.

"JESUS!" yelled her older brother, Quamar. Sahara spun around, her face heating up as Quamar tried covering the girl he was just recently making out on the couch. "Jeez, Sahara! You ever thought of making your presence known?" he asked annoyingly. 

Sahara rolled her eyes, turning to face Quamar. "Sorry if I thought our house was being robbed," she grunted, dropping the hockey stick on the floor. "Next time, I'll try announce my intrusion.What are you doing here anyways? Don't you have school?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"None of your business Ms. Nosy."

Sahara smiled, as a thought crept in her mind. "Okay. Ill just let mom know you were here with a girl," she simply states, as she begun walking off.

"Wait," Quamar called, as the girl laughed. Embarrassing my brother in front of a girl? Check.  

"It's Study Week in school, so I came hot to surprise mom and dad," he say, then pull the girl into his lap. "I want to introduce them to my girlfriend." He states proudly, pecking the girl on her cheek. The girl smiled sheepishly.

Sahara stared at the girl and her brother, feeling slightly envied by her brother. He always able to attain a girl. All he had to do was shine is megawatt smile, and for some odd reason he had girls flailing for him. Sahara wish she had a shining personality, someone who would make her feel special, like the only girl in the world. 

Sahara peered at the girl more closely. She had a natural tanned complexion, which allowed her small, twinkling hazel eyes to pop. Her shoulder length bob was dark brown and shiny like mahogany with a few blond streaks. She had thin, wide, rosy lips that held white,but crooked teeth. She was petite, but her arms and thighs held muscles of a gymnast. Wow, knowing Quamar, he most likely met her at the gym. She's perfect for him, Sahara thought. After what seemed like minutes of awkward silence, the girl finally spoke.

"Hi, my name is Adrie. I heard so much about you!" She smiled, her bottom lip wedge in between her teeth and top lip. "Sorry that you had to meet me this way," she says, motioning to the couch.