As my grandma pulled into the driveway her tiny fragile hands gripped hard on the steering wheel. I knew she was nervous for how I was going to act.
"Now you be nice to Harry, he ain't done nothing to you, so don't be rude. Understood?"
"Yup." I hop out of her car and wait for her to go into the small little farmhouse first
"Harry! Are you home?" She called
"In the kitchen!" A very deep voice, laced with an accent, called
I gulped and blew out some air
"Don't be nervous, deary." My grandma patted my hand
I followed her, although I could have found my way to the kitchen without her. A tall boy, who looked very out of place, stood in my grandma's kitchen. His dark jeans and tee shirt stood out with contrast in the yellow and bright painted kitchen. He turned to smile with perfect straight teeth, sweeping his brown curls back from his forehead. I stood awkwardly in the doorway, half hidden behind my grandma
"I'm Harry." He introduced
"Brandy." I mumbled
"I know, your grandma's told me lots about you."
"I'm gonna go to my room, grandma." I took off for the stairs
"Now don't be sad, Harry, she's very shy around everyone." I heard my grandma say
My room was just as I left it. Light pink walls, white furniture, fuzzy white circle carpet in the middle of the light hardwood floor. My bed was made however, the white duvet looking very welcoming. Some of the clothes I had left out had been put away in the drawers during my six month disappearance. I was back where I belong now, home. With a very strange boy, who probably felt like this was his home to now. Six months changed a person.
I just wonder if I changed for the better.
