So apparently when mom said we have plans, it was actually here. We were going to meet the town’s mayor, which was I’d just like to say, not necessary. I mean when you go to America, and you’re from another continent, are you going to meet Barak Obama, with your whole family, bringing a homemade dish? I don’t think so.
“Alex, stop fidgeting” Mom said sternly, we were on our way to the mayors house, and mom bribed me to smile and be nice. I’ll be nice alright, but seriously I’ll be nice I need the money.
We then stopped in a creepy house, are all the houses in this town like this? Ours was a bit bigger, just a tiny bit. In my make-all-the-hair-in-my-skin-raise meter, this house topped the chart. I don’t know why, I just have a different feeling on this house. A part of me is pulling me in, while another part fears every angle, side and cubic meter of this place.
When I stepped out of the car, I’m pretty sure every hair in my skin stood completely straight. I tried rubbing it with my miraculously warm hands, it calmed down, but not completely.
Mom parked the car and I just stood there, looking at the enormous metal gate. We have the same taste on cleanliness, this gate wasn’t clean for, forever, there were spider webs, hanging leaves and the gate itself looks like it was going to fall apart. I looked closely then I realized, the gate had the same scriptures written on the door of our house. I tried to reach for it, but I then felt a hand slapped mine.
“Stop! Look at all that dust, you might get some kind of flu or infection or something!”Mom said in a hiss form. Mom had always been a clean freak, you can see why mom and my bedroom never get along.
Mom rang the doorbell and it echoed a clanging sound, you know like a church bell. The door opened after 10 seconds and they were already there, looking presentable with a smile painted on their faces, so we were expected.
“Good Evening Mrs. Jones! Oh how lovely to finally meet you! I’m Nicholas Salvador, but you can call me Nick, I actually prefer that, so it doesn’t sound very formal” The tall man said extending his hand which mom kindly accepted.
He seemed normal, nothing wrong about him, he looked like he was on his early 30’s actually very young for a mayor. He was actually handsome, familiar blue eyes, perfect nose, good body structure and he looked like the man others will surely trust. He was kind of pale though, pinkish lips and his skin looked a little dried out, must be there weather, I think I will actually look like that on my stay here.
“Hi! I’m his wife, Imelda Sandoval, you can call me Emi if you want. I can see we will be great friends with that dish you’re hiding behind you!”She said in a squeaking voice, I flinched at the sound, her eyes then immediately turned to my direction. I couldn’t picture the emotions flashing in her eyes, surprise, amazement, fear, anger hope?
“And is this your daughter? Such a lovely, fascinating and beautiful creature.” She said reaching me for a hug, I was about to move backward but then mom gave me this move-and-die glare. He enveloped me into an embrace and I shivered on her touch, she was cold, like ice cold. She smelled like flowers and something else.
She was really pretty, well everyone in this town is, as I said earlier. I was wondering on the things she said, lovely? No, just no! N.O. Fascinating? Never in a million years. Beautiful? God, I want to barf! In my dreams! This woman needs to work on his sarcasm. As I said, she was pretty long black hair with natural curves, a heart shaped face, green eyes and a beautiful body. She looked like a retired model, maybe she was on her late twenties.
I then noticed Mr. Nicholas eyed her warningly. She bowed her head moving back and finally giving me a well deserved space. We started to enter the house, mom and Mrs. Salvador went in first, both talking about the dish mom bought, while I was left alone with Mr. Salvador. I gave him a forced smile, before entering the house. He immediately caught up with me, helping me hang my coat.
“So what do you think, about your new home?” he asked enthusiastic tone. He sounds so different than how he looks. You would be expecting he’s like John, quiet, boring but he is the exact opposite. Speaking of John, well they broke up and were leaving for New York tomorrow, but that’s just in my world. In real life he’s working, mom said he was a doctor, I even laughed thinking it was some kind of joke, apparently not.
“Uhmm............” I replied trying to find the right adjective “Different” I gulped looking over to mom, which was thankfully so into their conversation with Mrs. Salvador.
“I understand, it’s normal. But don’t worry I’ll make sure you’ll feel home sweet home in no time” he said leading me to the huge living room, it was almost as big as our new house, almost. There was a huge sala seat, a beautiful fire place and a huge old chandelier.
“I actually think you’re the kind of sun, everyone has been waiting for.” His words made me shiver, there was just something on the tone of how he said it. Like it meant something else.
“This is a great place you got here” I said trying to change the topic.
“Not as lovely as you” He said with a cheeky smile. I blushed. This town has its way in using adjectives, and not a very good one, I must say.
After a few minutes we just sat there not saying much.
“Dinners Ready” Mrs. Sandoval called from the kitchen.
Well, this is going to be a long dinner.
Authors Note:
I am deeply sorry for the late update. This week had been hell with all the projects and requirements, and I’m not actually the fastest typist, so I’m really sorry!! There is also a huge exam approaching next week so I really need to study, hard or I’m screwed!
Bright side: After the test we will have our semester break so I’ll try to update more on that days then Christmas Vacation so expect more updates to come!!!
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