When Sparks Ignite

Chapter Two: So Far, So good

We arrived in Scranton at around nine thirty. Amnesty had awoken a couple of hours earlier. When I told her we were almost there she couldn't stop squirming in her seat. The movers were scheduled to arrive a few hours earlier, so hopefully our beds were already there.

We got to the house about five minutes later. It was a beautiful Victorian. The outside was a gorgeous azure blue color. The yard was a good size with a black wrought iron fence surrounding it. Cherry blossoms were scattered everywhere giving it an almost fairy tale look. Inside were four bedrooms and two and a half baths. It cost a pretty penny but it was worth it. The only thing I was ecstatic about was the small finished attic. When the realtor showed it to me I thought it would make a great writers retreat. My publishers were bombarding me saying I needed to put together another best seller.

Amnesty jumped out of the car and ran to the porch. She turned to me a big smile adorning her face. "Aunt Sam it looks like a castle. Hurry! Hurry! I wanna pick my rooms," she started jumping up and down, her curls twirling around in the breeze.

"Alright I'm coming. Calm your ninnies." I walked up to the porch and unlocked the door. I flipped the lights on. The foyer was a dark brown maroonish color. The whole house had wood flooring with a cherry finish, excluding the kitchen and bathrooms. There was a staircase to your right leading upstairs. To your left was an archway leading to the livingroom. It was a beautiful beige color and had a fireplace. I loved that it was a woodburning one. The smell of burning wood felt so warm and inviting. There was a set of French doors leading to a small room. The walls were a light pink.

Amnesty ran past me into the room and started spinning. "Can this be my playroom?" She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. She reminded me of her mother when we were younger begging me to let her have the bottom bunk, because she was afraid of heights. I laughed in my head at the memory. She was so close to tears when I didn't answer her right away. Little did she know at the time, I was going to ask her if I could have the top because I was afraid of the monsters under the bed. I missed those days.

I looked at those stormy greys that looked so much like Izzys. I always could never say no to her, Amnesty was no different. Go figure. "Oh, well, I suppose so. Do you like this color or do you want to change it?" I knew she was going to say purple.

Her eyes lit up like they always seemed to do. "I can make it any color?" I nodded at her. "I wanna paint it purple." She looked around taking it all in. She wasn't even daunted by the fact that we had moved hours away from the only town she had ever known. I was glad we moved before she started school. It was easier since she wasn't leaving behind any friends. Being the reclusive-loner-writer type that I am I didn't mind either. I never kept many friends. I found often that I am terrible at conversation.

I grabbed her hand, "Alright, we'll go paint shopping tomorrow." I pulled her back through the living area towards the stairs. "Let's go pick out your room." At the top there were two doors to your right, one on your left, and one straight ahead that lead to the attic. The door on the left was my master suite. I had my own bathroom and a walk-in closet. The doors on the right led to the two bedrooms connected by a bathroom. One was a light blue while its twin was a pretty shade of violet. Being the ever so predictive child she chose the violet.

It was already pretty late so I decided it was time to get to sleep. Since my bed was the only one set up Amnesty had to bunk with me for a night. I found the boxes that had our night clothes. After we changed I lifted her onto the bed. It was on risers. Hell, I could barely get on the damn thing. Then again, I wasn't that tall. I stood tall yet small at five foot two.

I got us both situated. I was almost asleep when I felt something cuddle into my side. I looked down where Amnesty was curled into me. Her little hand curled around my fingers with a smile on her face. I kissed her forhead and closed my eyes while laying my head back on my pillow. Tomorrow I had to enrolled her in school. She liked the house, she picked her rooms, so far, so good.