I fell flat on my face.
What a great first impression for my new home. I rolled my eyes at my sarcastic comment. I picked myself up before patting down my distressed jeans.
I looked around and my eyes revealed to me, the city of LA.
I sighed inwardly. Salty air zipped through my nostrils.
"Honey, we got your bags." My mom happily handed me four bags.
"Thanks," I said weakly. At least she didn't see my fall.
We stood in front of a house. A nice house, but not too nice.
A newly done creme color with some grey accents complimented the triangular shape of the house.
"Got your bags!" My dad yelled, hustling to get most of the things inside.
The sun was at its peak, shining brightly on my face, and I could hear people chattering in the background.
Waves crashing interrupted my observation.
It was soothing.
I let my eyes shut.
A smile erupted onto my face.
"You coming?" My mother said, placing a calming hand on my shoulder.
"Uh, yeah." I nodded.
Stepping into the house,I gaped, as it was much nicer then my old house in Florida.
I hadn't expected so much, but then again, we were here because my dad got a promotion. It had an open entry with a rustic floor.
Stairs to the left. Kitchen came with granite counters and white cabinets, low lights hung from the ceiling just above the large island.
I jogged upstairs and passed two rooms, one of which my dad was setting up his computer,desperate enough to set it up on the carpet floor.
I dropped my backpack randomly and peeked outside the window.
This room was mine, perfectly mine.
The window had almost a clear view of the water, begging me to come and jump in-
"Emmmmie!" A little girl squealed from below the railing.
