Propane & Flames

New Estate

I~ New Estate

what is life? I laid my head against the car window. Watching everything zoom by. The trees where now at there most vibrant state. Autumn had set in and school was in session. My dad pulled into the driveway. This was now my new home. When i was younger i'd always watch movies and TV shows that took place in rural areas. I never actually thought i'd be living here. "This is it" he said, while turning the key and shutting of the engine. "do you like it?" my mom managed to say, applying another layer of whine red lipstick that dad had bought her for her birthday. My mom looked good in just about anything and everything. She was 46 years old, someone who's never met her would think she was my sister. This was proved to be true on all our shopping trips. People would compare us as though we where identical twins that couldn't be told apart. She had smooth chocolate skin, beautiful round hazel eyes and curves that could knock someone off there feet. Long curly hair that would bounce on her shoulders as she would hop down the stairs when she was in a happy mood.She was 5'5" just this summer ive grown taller, beating her by two inches. Shes thin and firm with muscles due to her vegitarian diet and persistent work outs. You could say im a spiting image. Just without the hazel eyes and killer curves. My dad on the other hand is like a lumber jack. He towers 6'5 with dark skin and dark eyes. His hands engulfed mine. My skin is darker than my moms but some what lighter than my dads. When i steped out the car my eyes widend with amazment. We had moved from a small cramped apartment in the city to this majestic palace. Four stories high and who knows how wide. The neighbors didnt seem miles away. There was humongous gaps between the houses besides the house on our left side. There was a barn in the back, with chickens and pigs. There was the horses steeple. Yards from that there was an out house. "now we have space for a pool" i said with a huge grin on my face. "yea. and you can bring your friends over" my mom put her hands on her hips, she stood there taking in the seen. We unloaded the car and moving truck. It took us all day, and there was still unpacking that had to be done. Mom and dad where inside unpacking. I stood behind the moving truck. With the doors wide open i tried to balance four boxes in my arms. "you need any help?" i heard a voice say. I managed to place the boxes on the floor without dramatically dropping them. I turned around to find a man standing there. He was about 5'11" with a clean shave, looked around 26 years old. He had blonde hair neatly trimmed and taken care of with blue eyes that made him look 10 times more atractive than he really was. He wore a navy blue dress shirt on top of that a sweater vest that was red, navy blue, and an off white. He put his hands in the pockets of his Khakis. His shoes looked brand new or well groomed. He himself looked well groomed. "Hi. I'm Andrew O'connor" he stuck his hand out for a hand shake. I looked at his hand, then back up at him. "I live next door" he said with his hand still waiting for mine. I looked up at the house that was closest to us. "no" he said with a grin pointing to the house on the opposite side. Indecatinng thats wear he lives not the close neighbor but the far one. " I'm Katarah" i finally said shaking his hand. Andrew lifted the boxes and followed me to my room placeing the boxes on the floor. "Any more?"he asked. "yes" he helped me with all my boxes, which where the only ones left in the Truck. I shut the trucks doors and followed him inside. "mom!?!..Dad!?!" I yelled. Waiting for a reply. I parted my lips to yell again, putting them back together to the sound of my mom's voice "Yes dear?" "what's wrong?" my dad appeared asking and running down the stairs. He stopped when he saw Andrew standing beside me. My mom came from the kitchen area, wiping her hands on a towel and placing it on the small glass table by the stairs. "Making friends already? " my mom smiled. "sorry to startle you, I'm Andrew O'Connor" he said stepping towards my dad for a hand shake. "Harold Lockwood this is my wife Janet and my daughter Katarah." he said finally completing his descent from the stairs. The stairs lead to a balcony within the house.He walked over to my mom with a smile on his face.
"I hope you didn't hitch a ride in the back of our van " my mom said jokingly. "oh no, I live next door. In the house farther down" he said laughing a little. "oh hahaha OK" my dad laughed with such base in his voice. They where all laughing. I didn't get the joke so I just stood there hoping to be dismissed. "do you have any family?" my dad asked. "No. Its just me" "Andrew helped me carry my boxes upstairs" I said. My dad gave me a look " thank you" my mom said taking my dads hand incase of any wild reactions.
"umm im gunna go unpack" I said pointing up the stairs. I climbed up the stairs. I could feel them staring at me in awkward silence. Once safely in my room I locked the door immediately. My room was huge. It had a queen sized bed with a nightstand beside it. there was two huge windows. One had a balcony on the outside and the other I could see through the neighbors window. Their blinds where open but no one was there. I opened the boxes and started placing everything in their respected places. when I was done I stripped my clothes of and went into the bathroom that was in my room. I turned the hot water on and out came cold water for a good 5 minutes. when the water was warm I stepped in. I came out the bathroom with my pink towel wrapped around me and my brown one that wrapped my hair. The pink carpet in my room felt so soft under my feet. I put on a white tank top and my little pink panties that read kiss me on the back. I slipped on some pink soccer socks with my white leg warmers over it. My hair was still wet and sat on my towel that I placed on my shoulders. I took a seat at my makeup desk where I stared in the mirror and dried my hair with the blow dryer. It started to form its perfect curls that I loved. my hair softly rested on my shoulders slightly passing them and kissing my back. When I straightened my hair it would closely reach my butt. But I liked it better in its curls. As I played with my hair I noticed someone watching me. It was the neighbor that wasn't there at first. He stood at his window looking at me. I turned in my chair to look at him. He smiled and waved. I did a faint smile lightly waving back.