Living With The Walker Boys

Chapter Three

Our plane landed around 4:00, and we met Marissa's husband, Jim. He looked to be in his late forties early fifties. He was a tall man with black hair and dark blue eyes. He had some grey hair around the sides of his face, and some grey stubble.

Marissa seemed very excited to see him and almost forgot I was here. "Oh my, I almost forgot! Jim, this is Isabelle, our daughter."

Daughter? She said daughter and not adopted daughter. That made me feel special.

Jim and I stood in silence staring at each other. He finally spoke up and said, "Welcome to the family, Isabelle." with a small smile, and we did an awkward group hug in the middle of the airport.

I felt awkward hugging these strangers that I never knew, and that I was going to be living with them. And their 8 boys.

We started toward their large blue truck and put my luggage in the back. We all piled into the truck, put on our seatbelts, and Jim started the car. Marissa turned around and held my hand. I wanted to pull back, but I couldn't.

"Isabelle, I know this is hard for you. Living with a different family, having 8 brothers, and moving across the country. But trust me, you'll absolutely love it here! The boys will be so excited to see you!" Marissa explained rather excitedly.

Do the boys even know I'm coming? What if they don't? Great, that's all I need. 8 screaming boys telling me I ruined their lives.

"I hope I will." I said trying not to sound upset.

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The drive from the airport to their house wasn't very far, only a half an hour. As we pulled up the long, steep driveway, their house finally came into view.

It was a large, modern house, almost like a mansion. They had a beautiful fenced-in backyard with a pool and cabana. Jim told me they had 20 acres, all for themselves.

These people must be rich, with the big house and all that land, but they're a normal family living in Oregon. Curious, I asked Marissa and Jim what they did for a living.

"So, um, what do you both do for a living?"

Marissa turned around while she was taking off her seatbelt.

"Well I am a cardiologist and Jim is a veterinarian."

Wow. What interesting jobs. I have no idea what I want to major in. Definitely a science field, but that's all I got.

As we pull up to the garage, Marissa told me to just to take my Vera Bradley book bag I had somehow managed to save from my house before I went to the orphanage, and my baton bag, and she would get my suitcase after she introduced me to the boys.

Yea I know it's strange for a 16 year old orphan girl to play a sport, but Mrs. Watkins was nice enough to let me continue since I already did it.

"Okay. Where should I meet you?" I asked, a little nervous as of where she would say.

"Oh darling, I'll call you whenever I find the boys." Marissa says with a smile forming over her soft pink lips.

I nodded in reply and Marissa and Jim were inside the house. I waited for a few minutes, looking around in their garage. Mountain bikes, various sports equipment, lots of tools. 

After taking all this in, I decided to enter the massive home. As soon as I was about to walk up to the front door, Marissa was calling me from the back of the house.

I straightened my clothes and fixed my hair before walking up to the 6 foot tall gait to enter the backyard.

I wanted to make a good first impression on these boys, to make myself look caring, polite, and poised, just like Mrs. Watkins described me. How I miss her, she was like my mother.