That Girl

Chapter 1

3 years after the big move

"Thanks for the ride." I said getting out of the car.

"No problem see you tonight," Eva, the  driver, replied back.

"Yeah, probably not going to happen," I said under my breath as I slid the mini van's door close. I waved at the car before heading down my long driveway to the side door of my house. My house was by-far the smallest house on the street. It was two-stories, but only one level high since we have a basement, but no official upper level. It is white with yello brick about fourth of the way up from and ground and has peach/salmon doors that my mom painted since she didn't like the all-white thing that was going on. Our front yard is small with bright-colored flowers in the spring, but right now it just looked dead with the leaves due to autumn and no blooming flowers. 

 I pulled off my backpack from my shoulders and took out my keys. I slid the keys into the door and unlocked it. I stepped in and breathed in the warm air. I quickly closed the door behind me, locked it, and headed to my room.

My room was painted just about two years after we had moved. It was a light teal on all the walls and inside my closet. I have a window seat with a cushion that matched the colors of my room. Around the window seat area I painted light pink since I liked the contrast. On the opposite wall of my window seat I had painted with a darker teal a mural that was a cluster of flowers. My bed is tucked into the corner on my left when I walk into my room. I have a nightstand that is light blue and a pink lamp with a diamond-butterfly that is a souvenier from Washington. In the right corner of my room I have my white dresser and a black coat rack to put all my jackets on. On my empty wall to the left of my bed I have paintings and sketches along with a few book shelves of mine.

As I stepped into my room, I flung my backpack onto my bed and took off my combat boots. I checked my alarm clock for the time. I had about 20 minutes of peace and quiet before Lilly came home. I needed to enjoy those twenty minutes the best I could. I unbuttoned my orange pea-coat and flung that onto my unmade bed which consisted of light teal quilt, darker teal sheets and pillow case, and a light pink minky blanket and a few throw pillows. 

I quickly headed downstairs to watch some TV. I thought about making popcorn, but quickly decided that it would take up too much of my precious time. 

Our basement had been remodled right before we moved in. My mom has her art room at the end of the basement along with a guest room, a guest bathroom, and a laundery room right next to the landing of the stairs. However, even with four rooms in the basement we still managed to have a huge open space behind the space used to watch TV. Here, we had a hammock-chair, blue book shelves, and containers full of dress-ups, barbies, and other toys that we used to play with. 

The TV area of the basement has a 4-person couch that folds out into a bed with a setee, a gas fire place witht he TV hung above it, and a single arm chair with a foot rest that was designated as my moms. We also have a few decorations here and there to make the place look cute.

I chose to sit on the big couch that directly faced the TV and grabbed the remote. I then navigated to Netflix and clicked on one of my favorite TV shows, Merlin, and pressed play.

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"You're threatening me with a spoon?" Merlin said from the TV. "Ow!" He said a second later. I laughed like a maniac. Merlin's the best, he was like the perfect depression cure. Always there to make you laugh. I heard the doorbell ring. I guess my peace ends now. 

Sighing, I turned off the TV and headed upstairs to answer the door for Lilly. She started ringing the bell urgently this time. She really wasn't very patient. Like ever. I slowly unlocked the door and swung it open only to be blasted by cold air. "Ugh, you don't have to ring the bell so many times." I said annoyed at my sister.

"I know, but it's fun." She said shrugging.

 I rolled my eyes,"hurry up, your making the house cold." Lilly stepped inside and started her daily routine of talking like there was no future. 

Lilly, my younger sister, is now at the ripe age of fifteen and a sophmore in High School ( which meant lots of drama for her to talk about). She has navy blue eyes (like the ones me and the rest of our siblings have) but the are smaller and more of an almond-shape than ours. She has light blonde hair that she cut to shoulder length in seventh grade, but has now grown to down to her waist. She has a round face (unlike my long one) and has practically the most perfect body shape because of genetics and all the excercise she gets from doing both modern, ballet, and jazz. 

Lilly is shorter for her age and has been for the past six years. She is still 5' when most girls her age are 5' 5". We thought she would grow more since we are all generally tall, but she hasn't grown one inch in two years. All in all, she's perfect. I often find myself jealous with her only needing braces once and having perfect eyesight. But I love her, after all, she's my younger sister and we grew up buddies because of the 5-year age gap between us and our siblings.

Lilly always came home with tons of stories about what happened or some major event that happened between her and her friends. And I, would pretend to listen when I really wouldn't. Over the years of this routine, I taught myself how to zoom out into space and hear, but not hear what the person is saying. It's a really nice tool that comes in handy at times. I just don't like it when I do it on accident sometimes.

As Lilly talked I went into the kitchen and cooked up some orange julius. I poured the thick smoothie into two glasses and handed Lilly one. This would make her talk less, or at least I hoped so. I love my sister, but I don't like it when people talk so much, it just gets on my nerves. I can't help it! As Lilly sipped on her drink I went back into my bedroom to unload my backpack. I only had two homework assignments! Lilly stayed in the kitchen gleefully sipping her drink while browsing on her phone. I started on my math homework and finished it in about 5 minutes. Then I finished my history homework. It felt good to just get it over with. 

"Hey," lilly knocked on my door before fully coming into my room.

"Hi," I smiled.

"So, I'm going to dance and mom isn't home yet. She said she had to clean her classroom and has a meeting afterwards."

"Do you need a ride?"

"No, a friends picking me up. So you good?"

"Yep, have fun." 

"I will," she smiled and started walking away.

"Don't forget your phone!" 

"I won't!" she yelled back. I smiled and put my homework back into my backpack. Even after 3 years of having a phone she still managed to forget to take it with her to places where we aren't able to contact her. And the main reason why we bought her a phone was so we could contact her when we needed to. 

I walked out of my room and looked around and didn't see her phone anywhere. I smild in relief and started doing my chores. I vacuumed, unloaded the dishwasher, and did a random job around the house (all while listening to music blasting from my phone), I was finished in about 25 minutes. I smiled, proud of myself and went back up to watch more TV for the next half hour.