Let Me Out

Chapter Two

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"Well Wynter, this is it! Your new home!" Pam almost screamed with exitment.

I looked at the nice little house. It was on a quiet road in a small town in New Jersey, called Milltown. It was exactly 1.2 miles long and the population was around 7000 people. The town didn't even have it's own high school, which meant I would have to go to Spotswood Highschool, and to get there I'd need to take a bus. How fun.

The house was a very light yellow color, and it was two stories high. The door was white, and it looked like there was an indoor porch. The house looked more fit for a nice family to live in then a single woman, who made a living being a nurse. How did she even aford this place, anyway? Plus adopting a teenage girl? It didn't make sense, if you ask me, but oh well. She opened up the trunk to her little silver Camri and grabbed out my one and only bag. She walked towards the front door and I followed, glancing around as I went. The street we lived on was pretty quiet and there weren't many cars driving by, as it wasn't a very busy street either. It was nice though. The house had a pretty average sized front yard, and the grass was nicely cut. You could hear the birds chirping their song, and it was very relaxing.

"Well, welcome to your new home!" Pam nearly yelled as she opened the front door.

I walked inside behind her, and looked around. There was hardwood flooring, and the walls were painted a creamy white color, and all of the furnature was black. There was a flat screen TV on the wall in the living room, and she had a pretty big couch. She showed me around, and showed me my room last. The walls were painted the same creamy white has the rest of the house, and the curtains were black. The full size bed had blood red blankets that matched the pillow cases, and the bed frame was black. There was a big rug in the center of the room that was black, and there was a blood red stereo by one of the two windows. I loved it.

"I wasn't sure what color to paint the walls so I just left it, but we can always change anything you don't like later."

"No, Pam, I love it. Thank you."

She smiled, satisfied. "Well, I'm glad you  like it. Now, why don't I go make some lunch while you get settled in?"

"Sure."

"Okay, what would you like?" What would I like? I hadn't been asked that since my parents. Whenever someone gave me food, they didn't ask what I wanted. They'd just give me anything and I'd eat it without paying attention to what it was.

"Um, anything's fine. I'm not a very picky eater."

"Okay. Come down when you're ready. If you don't come down within an hour I'll just bring your food to you."

"Okay. Thanks."

She smiled at me then shut the door behind her as she walked out. I sat down on my bed and sighed. Would things get better anytime soon? I sure hoped so. I looked around the room once more, and then started taking things and putting them away. I took out all of my clothes--which weren't many-- and put some in my dresser and some in my closet. I reached the bottom of my suitcase and very carefully took out my two most tressured items. One, the only picture of my parents and brother and I that survived the fire, and two, the teddy bear that my parents got me when I was five. It was a surpise it survived the fire, but it did.

I stared at the picture. I looked so happy back then. My mom had her arms wrapped around me, and my dad had one of his arms around my mom while Jackson was on his back. Jackson was smiling hugely, and I was grinning up at my mom. I had my dad's green eyes, and my moms blonde hair. My hair's naturally blonde, but a month after the accident I dyed it black. Jackson had my dads brown curley hair and my moms pretty blue eyes. I looked mostly like my mother, and Jackson looked mostly like my dad. We were infront of our house a year before the fire when the picture was taken.