“ANDRIANA WILLSON??” my mom called out.
Uh-oh, I thought. My mom, Rachel Willson, calls me by my full name only when she is frustrated. But I managed a “Y-yes mom?” and turned back to face her.
She was sitting in the back seat of our car, with my cat, Julie, jumping around her. My mom is thin or you may also say well maintained. She is a blond. She was wearing a yellow sun-dress, one of her favorites. She moved her straw hat from her face and raised an eyebrow, “ why don’t you just tell this cat that I am trying to sleep?”
“oh” , I relaxed. It wasn’t a big deal after all. I stretched to get hold my cat. “Julie? Come here….oh no…no…don’t irritate grandma. Come to mamma, baby.” My dad, James Willson, laughed. “Andriana? Don’t you think you are too young to be a mother?”
“No”, I protested. “Daddy, I’m 10 now. Old enough.” My dad just laughed and my mom grinned.
My dad was driving. He is a tall man with spiky hair. Most of the time he is wearing a formal suit. He was a scientist, which was impossible to make out when you saw him. He had recently bought a house, a huge one was what he said, on the outskirts of Mexico. It was where we were heading.
I came back to my place in the front seat. With Julie on my lap. She is a brown-and-white Persian cat. Very cute, if you ask me.
I was looking out of the window when my eyes fell on the side-view mirror. I was looking into the eyes of a blond girl, who had blue eyes. I realized how much I looked like my mom.
“Daddy, how long will it take now?” I asked.
“Not much, dear. We are almost there”
“I can’t wait.”
After a few kilometers, I heard my dad, “here it is.” I turned to see where he was pointing.
From that distance I could make out a house or calling it a mansion would be appropriate. My dad was right, it was huge. It looked some-what like a church. Vast stretches of grass all round it. As we got closer I realized there was no residence near it. It was the only one in that area. And the other weird part of it was, the mansion was surrounded by woods.
I could tell that we were about a few miles away from that place , when Julie started acting weird. She meowed in a very low voice. She kept coming near to me as we headed towards the house.
“what’s wrong, Ju?” I was concerned because she had never behaved that way before.
“nothing” my dad suggested “must be a bit sad about having to leave her old home. She’ll be alright, dear, don’t worry.”
I wanted to believe what dad but for some reason I couldn’t. there was something else which was irritating Julie. But what?
