FIRST DAY.
It has been years since I had last visited this mansion. It was an old mansion that was named after our family; The Churchill Mansion.
We were always moving around so much because of Johan's work - my dad. And it was finally time for us to settle in one place.
I parked my car in front of the enormous black railed high-tech gates for a while - stone gates at its surroundings till the house parts from our wine-house and grape garden at the back - to take a good look at our old home.
I love this house even though I don't have much memory of it. Honestly, I couldn't recall what my memories from this house were except for its comforting presence.
I decided to drive in when I heard honking horns of my impatient family up ahead. I drove slowly past the huge pine trees lining the foggy black road. I could see how it was much different from my blurry memory.
The road was much slick than it used to be rocky. The huge pine trees stood lining when there used to be none. It had a much lingering sense of home than it used to be. Somewhere I feel like I belonged.
As soon as I parked the car in front of the house, I walked out of my black convertible Porsche - Dad's gift for my sixteenth birthday last June - and went to meet the rest of the family.
My family consisted of a father; Johan Churchill, a mother; Francesca Churchill, a big brother; Sebastian Churchill, a big sister; Fiona Churchill - twins - and lastly, I, as the youngest in the family; Alexandra Churchill.
"Don't go showin' off the roadster every school day, Alex." Dad teased.
"Don't worry, I won't, Dad. I'll just buy another average looking car in this town." I assured my Dad. "Seb and Fee will help me out. Right?" I turned my head to them.
"Sure. Why not?" Sebastian said, cheerful and a bit annoyed. I heard him mumbled something like, "what's with my jeep?"
"I don't mind using my Beemer to school." Fiona said.
She flipped her straight long blonde hair back and then took her compact from her tiny white strapless Prada purse to smooth out her lipstick.
I saw Sebastian shook his head and then darted to the moving van. He helped out the workers and our driver to unload things.
This was one of the things that I loved about my big brother; he's the nicest person one could have ever imagined. Call him; ask for something, he'll do it without asking back for anything in return. He's a sports type so he's a bit muscled. He plays soccer, American Football, basketball, hiking, swimming - the family was into this one - sky diving, you name it. But never underestimate his intelligence. He's not a typical only-sports-can-fill-my-head jock. If we had been attending school, he would be one of those honors students for his IQ and sports skills.
"You should stop helping them." Fiona said to Sebastian.
"Oh. Lemme see..." he said, putting a finger thoughtfully onto his chin. "So that you could help them out? Thanks Fee." Sebastian replied sarcastically.
"You should straighten your hair." She commented eyeing Sebastian's curly blond hair and ignored his sarcasm.
"I don't want others to mistake me with you, dear sister." He said again, continuing to unload a few sofas this time.
She rolled her eyes and went on with applying her lip gloss.
With Fiona, it was always about vanity.
From time to time you would see her staring at anything reflective, reapplying her light make-up or checking her outfit. What she was wearing from head to toe was worth thousands of dollars but she was a natural. She didn't need plastics applied to her originally beautiful built - it runs in the family. But still, she was the best sister one could ever have. And again, she's not the same as those typical brain-dead heiresses; she's very smart, actually.
