Entwined

Ch 2 Entwined

"Ok kiddos! We're here!! Everybody out!" My dad's alarm clock voice blares in my ears as he slams the car door.

"Ughh.." I croak. I dare to squint into the white light shining in my face. Ahhhh!!!! Too bright!! Too bright!! I swear one of these days I'm going to get permanent eye damage. Oh ya. That would make a fun story. 'Hey girl! Why you blind?' 'Oh you know! Getting up in the morning really put strain on the old blinkers!' 'Erm okaay.. Bye then'. Yup. I see tons of friends in my future. A "bright" future.. Aha get it? Ya ok. I'll stop now.

"Whoaaa.. Hey! Hey Talia! You HAVE to check out our new house!! FIRST DIBS ON ROOMS CALLED IT!!" The lovely voice of my 10 year old sister Connie drills into my head. I can already feel the headache coming on.

I stumble out of our so-rusty-it's-more-brown-than-blue Passat and nearly fall over trying to right myself. Ever so graceful.

"Waai.. Hem hem.. I mean WAITTT!! CONNIE WAIT UPP!!!" I "run" up the dirt driveway and stop short when I see the house.

Now close your eyes. Imagine this: you just got news that your grandmother passed away and left you her house. Now you must be picturing a rickety old wooden shack with ripped couches and an old metal stove puffing away in the corner. Ya.. No. That apparently doesn't apply to all grandma houses.

No. This house (mansion if you like) towers over our family in the proudest kind of nature as we gaze up in awe. It's grand and as polished as a marble, the house of fairytales. Imaging a big, white wrap around porch, and resting on the frame of the porch lies HUGE windows, the kind girls dream about having in their rooms. Man.. This place probably has like 5.. 6 stories!

I shake myself out of my amazement and notice that in the process of being shocked with the surprise of our new house, Connie has forgotten to keep running! An opportunity to finally get the better room!

"Haha sucker!!" I shriek as I race past her. "Looks like I'm getting the better room this time!!" Tearing up the driveway, as I glance around I notice that although the mansion is in top condition, the grounds are anything but. The grass is patchy with dirt and where there actually is grass growing, it's shriveled and brown. And even though it's the only beginning of September, practically all the trees are almost leafless and the few leaves they still have are dry and.. Well crispy. Little brown chips. Poo chips. Aha ok I'm done noww...

I leap up the stairs and bolt down the hall. In the corners of my eyes I see chandeliers and red velvet couches but can't afford to stop and take it all in. After all.. I can't let Connie get the best room.

As I race up the next flight of stairs, I realize I need to stop at one point. Should I stop at the 2nd floor? No wait. I decide I would go to the 3rd 'cause it's like my favorite number ever.

The hallway is carpeted with this EXTREMELY expensive looking plush fuzzy carpet stuff that a person could probably sleep on if they wanted to. The floors are mahogany and the walls are a creamy silky color. Yes. The walls are a silky color.

I glance into the first doorway I see.. And immediately feel a strong tug.. A pull. Some sort of a connection. Something is telling me that I belong in this room.

Slowly, I tiptoe into the room. It's beautiful. The walls are a light shade of baby blue, my favorite color. The floors are white, the lightest most pure shade of polished wood I have ever seen. The very back wall is decorated with an elegantly humongous bookcase, a deep chocolatey color. Not to mention this room is gigantic!!!

My bed is gorgeous. Sitting in the corner between my gorgeous bookcase and a studious looking desk rested a magnificently carved wooden bed. Little spirals and swirls scattered the wood and on the head board was inscribed the words: 'dreams shall sprout and their meanings shall grow'.

Hmm. I wonder what that means. I guess grandma was a gardener or something? I don't know. I'll have to ask my mom about it. I subconsciously shrug my shoulders and fall onto the bed.

Funny enough, after a car ride and like 8 hours of sleep, I'm still dead tired. So as soon as my head touches the softest pillow ever, I'm out like a light. But my last thought is 'hmmm.. maybe this won't be so bad after all.. Zzzz'