Greaser's Girl

Chapter 2: Disappointment

I have never felt more disappointment in my entire life then standing here at this moment looking upon the small ranch house my parents called "Our new home". From the minute our car pulled in to the dirt driveway, I finally understood what it felt like to be poor. So many emotions raced through my head..... astonishment, worry, and as i said, disappointment. We left San Francisco is such a haste, I never thought of what to expect in my new life here. My parents never explained to me what my life would look like here, or what we would have to do to get by here. I assume my parents didn't tell me out of fear that I would leave and move in with my grandparents.  Probably also because they were ashamed..... Ashamed that they couldn't give me the world.

My parents are givers. They give give give until they have nothing else. They let people step all over them in order for the other person to benefit.  This is a beautiful quality that makes them so great together, but also causes downfalls on their own part. I'm also an only child, so they give everything to me . For example, my father's job. They never explained to me why he was fired, but I have my own theory.  My father's boss worked the life out of him. Worked my father so hard that he had nothing else to take from him. The minute  my he slowed down, they dropped him and left him flying in the wind with nothing else. He worked there for 20 years. That must've been the  most miserable 20 years of his life. Even though that might've been the case, I don't remember one day where he came home without a smile on his face. 

As I walked upon the decaying front porch, I noticed the sad stormy blue paint peeling off the outside of house. I then turned the knob of the front door and opened it. I walked in to a small musty front living room with floral grandma wall paper and rickety old hard wood floor.  Then I walked through an archway to a small kitchen where there were ugly plastic flooring and old green plastic counters. On the counters were empty spray paint cans and ash trays pile full with cigarette buds. Finally I made my way up a small rickety stair case. Once I reached the top, I found 2 small bedrooms. I walked in to the smaller of the two rooms, assuming it would be my room. The walls were decorated with an array of black graffiti and the ground was covered in a layer of dust. The room had one small window with torn apart lace curtains and a window seat below it.  This house was absolutely wretched.

I made my way down stairs and ran in to my mother unloading our suitcases out of the car. My father was sitting on the stairs of the front porch talking on the phone. He was looked very stressed and sad, but I couldn't make out who he was talking to. I ran over to the car to help my mother by grabbing my large blue bag. "Mom, who's he talking to?" I asked in a hush voice as we walked closer to the house. " The moving trucks, they're now telling us that they won't be here til next week." she replied in a tired tone. "This house has absolutely no furniture, where will we sleep!?" I yelled. This day could not get any worse. My life went downhill the minute I arrived in Tulsa.  "Adara...calm down, your going to do your father and I a  favor and go in to town and get some pillows and blankets, it'll be a good way for you to explore town a bit! Okay?". She sounded guilty for asking me of anything. I gladly would do anything for my parents. I don't understand why they feel bad to make me work.

Quickly, I ran upstairs and changed in to my baby blue pleated circle skirt and a sleeveless white button up collared shirt. Then i laced up my black and white saddle shoes, tied a matching baby blue bow around my pony tail and made my way out the door.