The Teachers Assistant

chapter 3 part 3 of 4

The next morning I wake up rejuvenated. I quickly shower and get dressed. I put on a long V-neck that went past my bottom, a striped turquoise, aqua, and mint scarf and black leggings. I finish it off with aqua toms and throw my hair up into a high bun. I again decided on Wearing minimal makeup. Did I mention I love scarfs? Well I do.

I look at my phone seeing a message from my oldest brother Dean.

In town for a couple of days. Busy today but I can visit you 2marrow.  Is that ok? Also Casper is with me too.

I shriek with excitement. I love my brothers. They may have tortured me my whole teenage years but as they got older they matured and became the best brothers a girl could have. I couldn’t wait to see Casper and Dean.

Sure how about you swing by at any time you’re free. I would love that. :))

I wait a minute for him to reply.

Sure see you tomorrow then. Love ya. Casper says he loves you too. :)

MY brothers were awesome. Everyone always used to tell us how Dean and I could pass as twins, Casper not so much. The Carter siblings all had the same weird colored eyes. Eyes that were blue with specks of green and a silver outline around them. Dean and I had the same facial features except he always had brown hair while Casper and I had blonde hair. My brothers owned their own gun shop and lived way out in the middle of nowhere in east Texas, so you could imagine what it was like bringing a guy home. They always watched out for me since my parents died when I was 13 in a house fire while we were all at school.

Yeah. I shriek looking at the time; it was already 11:47. Where had the time gone?

 I put my phone down and then the doorbell rings.

I run to the door and I am greeted by a big burly guy holding a clipboard.

"Are you Everett Carter?" he says in a thick country accent, looking at me with beady eyes.

"Why yes am I am sir." I say smiling.

"Well if you could sign here then we can drop off you furniture for you then" he says handing me a pen and the clipboard.

I sign and he walks back to the huge truck outside where he and about four other huge guys start unloading furniture.

I move out of their way and tell them where to place the furniture when asked.

 It almost two by the time they finally leave.

I’m sitting in a house full of furniture when the doorbell rings. I hope that's Mark.  He was supposed to show up a while ago. Where has he been?

I walk to the door and open it. It was Mark. "What took so long? “ I ask.

"Sorry something came up. I would have called but I don't have your number." he states.

I move aside and he walks in taking in all the furniture in my house. It finally felt like home. I smile.

"Nice!  Now is there anything I can help with?" he asks.

"Well not really. While the guys set up furniture I unpacked the rest of the stuff, so I am pretty much situated other than my bedroom. “I say closing the door.

"Well I can help." he says walking towards my room. I follow.

"Well let’s get unpacking then." I say.

Two hours pass by and I can finally say "I am finally, officially moved in!" I say with great joy.

We both laugh and I fall onto my bed tired.