Glenda steps upon the pavement in front off her new home. As she takes a deep breathe of the fresh air her dark brown hair blew with the flow of the wind. She turned to smile at her mother, who was already estatic at the way thier new home looked and was eager to start moving thier things in. Glenda turned back around to examine the home. Thier new home was spectacular, it was decorated with brick in the front. The bushes that were covering the bottom were complimented by blossoming daisy buds. There was a concrete walkway that led up to the stairs in front of the home, it was also surrounded by the prettiest green grass.
Down the street, there we some young kids playing football outside of another house. Their new block was definitely more upbeat than the last place they lived at. People seemed friendly and there didn't seem to be any bad to be going on. Where they came from they walked outside and there was no one around, everyone kept to themselves. Glenda and Keith went to school and they were outcasted. They had a few friends, but they were bad influences, or so thier mother thought. Glenda's mother claimed they moved because her and Glenda's father had gotten better jobs, but the teenagers knew she wanted them to get away from the "bad influences".
As Glenda's father, Keith Sr., started unpacking their U-Haul, Jhonny, their little brother, went over to play football with the other children. Glenda and Keith both grabbed a box from their father and then walked into their new home. The bare living room was spacious the moving guys had already started bringing their furniture in. Glenda quickly went upstairs to the room that had her bed inside of it. She put the box down on the hardwood floor and threw her purse on her bare bed. She then went over to the window that was above her bed and opened the blinds to let the sun shine in. Through the window she could she their huge backyard with the pool glistening in the sunshine. Glenda love this place already and she didn't even have to sleep there for one night.
Glenda unpacked her room which took her about 2 hours while her mother was downstairs making dinner. Her father yelled up at the staircase for her. "Glenda go bring in Jhonny for dinner please." he demanded. Glenda then put up her last picture on the wall and hurried downstairs. She went outside and witnessed the beautiful orange sunset upon the horizon. She then looked to her left down the street and saw her brother as he was doing his prize-winning victory dance after making a touchdown. She walked over to where he was at and waited for them to finish their last play. She didn't wanna just shout to him, because she didn't want to embarrass him, so she just stayed on the sideline and waited. As she waited she could feel a pair of eyes staring at her. Turning around to not make it obvious she slowly pushed her hair back and noticed a very attractive teenage boy looking her way. He turned as soon as he noticed he had been caught and she did also. "Maybe he's waiting for his brother too" she thought to herself.
The mysterious teenage boy walked to Glenda as she was turned away from him. He slowly tapped her on her shoulder and smiled as she turned around. "Hi, I'm Zatch did you just move here?" he asked politely. "Yes, I'm Glenda" She answered shyly putting her hand to her mouth. Glenda was shy when it came to boys and him smiling at her made her giddy on the inside. She wasn't an ugly girl. She was 5'5, and her history in gymnastics gave her that athletic body that suited her, also her mother's dark brown hair complimented her hazel eyes and gave her that Spanish flare. "So how old is your brother?" She was bummed that he just came to her about her brother but she shook it off. "He's 10" She said as she took her hand and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Well I coach a little league football team, you should have him come out, he plays very well. We could use someone like him on our team." He looked at Glenda's brother who had just made another touch down and was celebrating then brought his eyes back to her. "Yeah I'll talk to my parents about it and see what they think. Most likely they will let him join." She tried to hide her smile as she looked up at him.
He was 6'0 and stood at about 170 pounds. From his athletic build, you could tell that he played sports since he was her brother's age. His eyes were the typical dark brown but they fit him perfectly. His skin was caramel, you could tell he was mixed. Glenda found him attractive right off the bat. She was impressed that he worked with the kids in the neighborhood, she figured that he must be a family-oriented guy, which was a turn-on for her. "Does your brother play?" she asked, trying to make small talk while the boys were still playing. "No, I only have a little sister. She's 8 and she tries to come out here and play but I don't want her out here with these rough boys" he laughed a bit before taking his right hand and brushing it through his jet black hair. Glenda tried not to stare at his bicep muscle peeking through his shirt as he ran his hand through his hair. She blushed a bit and quickly turned back to the street as she noticed that the boys where moving out the way of a car passing by.
Jhonny walked up to his big sister with a huge smile on his face. "Did you see me score Glen?" his voice full of excitement. "Yes Jhonny I saw, it was amazing. Maybe we will get dad to put you on a team around here." she said as she passed him a high five and then a soft pat on the back. "You think so?" he shot back. Glenda nodded softly as she then felt a pat on her own back. She turned around and noticed Zatch was still there. "See you later Glenda?" as he started walking away to his house she smiled and yelled back, "Yea, see ya around" She then turned back to her brother as they began to walk back to their new home.
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Paper Planes
Teen FictionGlenda just moved from her outcast life, to a small town with new beginnings with her family. Little does she know the teenagers of this town has a whole different drama of their own. With tales of teen pregnancy, jealous ex's, and/or suicide drive...