The moldy, wooden, floorboard creeked as I shifted my weight to my left leg.
"This house is trash! Can we leeeave?" Sophie whined, tugging at my plaid shirt.
"Go ask Mom," I mumbled.
"MOOOM!" Sophie screamed. It echoed around the open house.
"What?!" Mom hollered from upstairs. It sounded like wat more.
"Why are we herrre? I wanna leeave!" she moaned, squeezing Peanut's neck.
"We're buying this house! I told you!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed.
I sighed. The cold, bitter air was turning my knuckles red. " Mom, can I please wait in the car?"
"Sophie, I told you! Remem-- yes, hun!"
I grinned and yanked my jacket off the stairs railing. And then ran out the door, with squeaaks, creeeeks, and eeets following me. I opened the car door and slid inside.
New car smell greeted my nose. Ahh. I looked around the car, for any things to play with. Sunglasses, glasses cases, buissness cards, golf pencils, chapstick, key chains, Etch A Sketch, the usual. But I found a blue folder with HOUSE written on the front squeezed next to the driver's seat. I opened it and fresh ink smell flooded the car. Papers and papers were tucked into the pockets. I skimmed threw the pile and saw one with the words JULY 8TH - BUY IT! on a red paper. I thought back to this morning, when I checked the calender. Then I remembered The 8th. The 8th. When Harris died in that horrific plane crash. Tears dripped onto the folder, leaving puddles bleed through, going through the paper too.
The smell of coffee suddenly appeared. I sniffed the paper. It smelled like black coffee. Ew. I shuffled the paprs and tucked them neatly into the folder. Then slid it into the slot.
"Moooom! But my friends! Friends! I need lot's of friends to start 3rd grade with! Pleeeease! Mom! Mom!" Sophie screamed.
I sat up nicely, as the car door opened.
"Hun, you'll make new ones."
"I want Jenny and Emily ONLLLLY! Only them! Their my only best friends!"
"Sophie, get in the car now."
"MOOOOOOM!"
"In the car! Or else we move NOW."
Sophie silently climbed in. I put my foot out to relax and she tripped, falling right into her bowl of one billion beads and yarn.
Beads scattered all over the ground.
I slapped my forehead.
"Let's go home," Mom sighed
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"Mom, did Harris like coffee? Black coffee?" I asked, crossing my fingers.
"No," she said quickly. She took a sharp turn.
"Coffeeeee!" Sophie sang, kicking her seat.
"No? Well, remember, everyday he would drink it"--
"No, he didn't," she muttered.
"But, Mom, remember"--
"Why are you asking me, if you already know the answer?"
I lowered my head. "I'm just asking, Mo"--
"Hun, you know I absolutely hate talking about Harris!" Mom said. She went through a red light.
"Mom! Red liiiiight! Red light!" Sophie gasped.
Mom sighed. "See what you made me do, Maggie? See?"
I felt my face turn completely red. "Sorry," I mumbled.
Sophie kicked her seat again. "Mooooom, who's Harrrrrris?" Sophie asked.
I stared at Mom. "You didn't tell her?" I whispered.
Mom slowed down the car. "Sssshhhhh--chh--ch."
I sighed. Sophie still doesn't know that she had two fathers. Yeah, had two fathers.
Sophie grabbed her stuffed fairy doll and hugged it. "Eeeeee!" she smiled.
