The Name's Mia Baritone

Chapter 1 The New House

       "Wow, this place is huge, Mia!" Claire exclaimed, her bare feet thumping on the ground. I looked around in awe. "I know it is!" I ran up the grand entrance stairs onto the second floor. "I'm going to call my room first!" I sang challengingly. I could hear Claire speeding after me up the stairs. I opened the first door to my left hurriedly. "Mia, no fair!!!" Claire screamed, chasing me. I stepped into the room. It was enormous! Bigger than my old room and my walking closet combined! There was a step leading up to a double bed surrounded by windows. "I call dibs!" I slapped my hand on the wall. "Ugh, you're killing me!" Claire moaned, dragging herself from my room. "Girls! Are you in here?!" I could hear my mother's voice downstairs. "You sped so fast from the limo, I don't know where you went," there was the click-click-clicking of heels on polished wooden floor. "Honey, I have to get to work. Tell the babies I love them," then there was my father's voice. I slid down the doorframe of my room and sat there with my arms crossed. Suddenly, Claire came running down the hallway and sliding on her knees. "Thank goodness I have jeans on," she grinned in satisfaction as she had traveled past me. "Found a room?" I asked her. "Yes!!! It's awesome!" she led me down two doorways and opened the door. Her room was even bigger than mine. "The only downside is that the closet is the size of my old bathroom," she frowned as she walked around, the room. Her feet shuffled the designer, expensive carpet and her pale green eyes were bright with excitement. I looked around the room. "I'm going to go get my things from the moving van," I told her, running out of her room, down the hall, down the grand entrance stairs, and out the two beautifully designed antique front doors. "Micah, darling, help me with this box," mother was hauling a huge cardboard bin towards the entrance doors. "I have to get my things. I'll ask Mr. Winkperrel," I ran towards the butler that had just finished parking the car. "Hello Ms. Micah," Mr. Winkperrel nodded at me. "Hi, Mr. Winkperrel. My mother needs help unpacking," I notified him. "Oh, I'll get to it right away," Mr. Winkperrel hurried off. I ran after him and skidded to a halt in front of the moving truck. Claire was dragging out her two suitcases. "Hey Mia, look who's going to get done first now!" she challenged. I leaped up into the truck and grabbed my luggage. "I wouldn't be too sure about that!" I laughed.