Emotionally Inexpressive

Chapter 4: Inside

After what seemed to be an endless time of un-necessary chit chatter, I had my parents conversation with the the strangers come to an end. I didn't know for how long no was zoned out but the sudden "we will be in touch" perked my attention back to reality.
I was too busy petting the cute dog that was lacking attention from his owners. My brothers were also in a deep conversation with Hernandez. Weird.

No. What's weird is u being the only one not possibly talking to anyone. I tell myself.

My dad leaves mom and Freddie talking as he got something from the car. He come out and runs up the stairs of the house and unlocks the house.

"Ok, kids you can come in. Boys say your goodbyes" he says to Julian and Nathan whom seemed to have been actually enjoying themselves.

At the mention of going in the house I nearly kicked the poor dog. I got up SOO fast. No actually I jumped. I stumble lightly scaring the dog away. It whines and moves bad to the boys legs.

"He likes you " he says. Yeah. Like no shit. He wouldn't have ran away from me of it liked me. I just smile lightly whilst folding my arms around my chest and move up to stand beside my dad at the door. My brothers get the memo and say their goodbyes.

"Bye Iman" the boy says and I just wave my hand and smile. Quirky adding "bye back".

"See you later" My mom is saying this to Freddie who is also waving at us bye. We wave back and she and her son walk away.

"Ok. Then you kids go I and we will bring everything in-" I don't even let my dad finish as I bark right in the house as soon as he open the door wide enough.

W. O. W.

Ignoring the stairs that greet me when I go in the house, I turn left and adore the sight of the living room. The living room is the first room on the left past the stairs that lead to the bed rooms when entering the house. This room is filled with very lively furniture. Comfortable, tan leather couches, colorful rugs over the bare wood floor, and a large display case with pictures, books, and many memories of friends and family. And I mustn't forget about the enormous window that, during the day, will let as much sunlight and energy in the room as it possibly can.

It is a sight to take in. The house may seem small and ugly on the outside but the inside was something else. It is well furnished. With a modern theme running through it. There is a fire place too. Nice couches.

Then the kitchen. Omg. Let me tell you this first. I do not care for the appearance of a kitchen because one , I don't use it plus I only come in and go straight out after I grab my food. However this one was different.

The dining and the kitchen were both linked together. As for me I already love the kitchen because there was some warm cookies. So I have nothing bad to say about the kitchen. I only like the kitchen when there is good food in it. It's a normal kitchen. That's all. There's a dinning room too. Which we use all the time. Never missed once a day. Doesn't bother me anyways.

Adoring the place and munching on the cookies, I am jerked when someone snatches the cookie from my hand.

"Go pick which ever room you want before your brothers-" appreciating my dads reminder, I descend up the stairs. Ignoring the fact that he just ate my cookie.

"Grandma did all of the designs?" My mom was saying to my brothers whom were adoring the PS and TV section of the living room . I guess that my dad will never outgrow from him mother.

I leave them and climb the stairs with a bag over my shoulder and my phone on the other hand, with my headphone dangling from my shoulders.

There better be a room big enough for me.