Waiting For Autumn

Chapter: 7 - September

September 4th, 2015
Autumn is 16

I wake up at 12:00pm, only three hours of sleep for one night.  I didn't even get to sleep until 10:00, and judging by the T.V downstairs, Nathan didn't get to sleep until 5:30am, forty five minutes before he woke up to go to school.  I heard his mom get up at 7:00, and then leave soon after.  All the time I was lying awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking over my situation.  For a while, I was praying that Nathan wouldn't come up to my room and do Lord knows what.  That was the angriest I have ever seen a human being, or, much less, anything before.  And it was the most scared I have ever been before.  Curiosity struck me again, and I felt an urge to check out the room, but then fear that Nathan might mysteriously find out, shut off the urge abruptly.  I figured I should get up and eat something, but my aunt's voice echoes inside my head.  About my manners, and kindness, and all the other rules she stated. So I get up, and began to get dressed for the day. I walk to the bathroom, and throw my clothes on the ground. I look in the mirror. I wear a tired face; and my eyes look sleepy and sad. I turn the sink on 'cold', and cup my hands under the water, letting it fill up, and spill over in tiny, clear pools. I splash it against my face, as if deflects and falls right back down into the sink. The cold water felt refreshing on my face, as well as shocking. I throw on a pair of jeans, and a wavy maroon shirt, with my favorite white Converse. I brush my hair, and put it up in a ponytail. I look at my same reflection again. Still tired. I pick up my pajamas, and walk back to my room, and throw them in a drawer. I walk out of the room, and close the door behind me, and walk down the uneasy steps. It was all so new, all so different.  All of the things I have grown up knowing was in the past, and I was left in a house I was now to memorize.  All of the cracks and chips in the walls, the picture frames, the couches, the T.V, and where look to find the remote.  I had to memorize every single drawer, and where to find the forks, I have to find out where they keep their pots and pans...
I let out a sigh.
Oh, how I wish I was at back at my aunt's house.  All of this is all so alien to me.  I let my hand brush against the wall as I walk, letting it get a taste of what I had to live in, what I had to remember.
Such a different feel. I walk into the kitchen, to the marble island in the middle of it.  I glance around.  A small window was in front of me, and to the right touching the wall, was a stove.  If a look to the left of the window I see the fridge.  A small kitchen, even smaller than what I was used to in my aunt's small kitchen.  I open the fridge.  There was a few condiments on the inside of the door, ketchup, mustard, is that?
I turn a bottle around.
Horseradish.  Ew.
There was some juices in the fridge itself, and a milk.  There was some spinach in the drawers, and a bag of Brussel sprouts. There was a container of pickles in the back, and some ham and cheese in the right drawer.  I close the fridge, and open the top;
The freezer.
There was frozen chicken, ice cream, and some corn dogs.  There was a bag of ice to the left, a box of Hot pockets, and a bag of frozen vegetables.  I grab the hot pockets from the freezer, and look inside the box.  Nothing.

"Wow."

I throw the box in the trash, and close the freezer. I look around the messy house, that was in desperate need of cleaning. I look at the clock.
12:57
I should clean everything. Nathan will be home in around two hours, and Anna will be home in around fours hours. What about dinner? There was nothing to cook. I could make something if I really tried. Maybe something with chicken in it? But if I cook now, it will be cold by the time Anna gets home. I sit and think it over, and decide to clean first. I look around for a broom, or bucket, or a washcloth, but find nothing. I walk to the cabinet under the sink, and open it.
I sigh.
There was the bucket and the washcloth, along with lots of soaps I could use. I stand up, after retrieving my things from underneath, and put them on the marble counter. I look around again, by the fridge, and I find the broom and a dustpan with it. I begin to wipe off the table monotonously, boredom consuming my mind. I pull out my phone that I forgot I had on me, and before long the thought of music sprang upon me. All I need is a speaker now. But where would it be? I go through all that has happened in the past day, and try to remember all the things that Anna explained to me. Upstairs is a closet, two bedrooms and a bathroom, here is a small kitchen, a dining room, a living room, and a hallway. What was in the hallway again? Curiosity takes over me, and begins to move my feet toward the hallway near the stairs. I walk until I face the stairs, and walk to the left of them. Two doors are to the left, and two doors to the right. I go into the first door to the left, and enter a bedroom. The paint that covers the walls are a dark blue, and some dark shade of grey cover the borders of the room. A queen bed stands by one of the walls, a black and white nightstand beside it. There was one tall dresser, and one short long dresser on different walls. On the tall dresser there was a blue and black lava lamp, that was turned off at the moment, a picture frame, and a bottle of cologne. The shorter and longer dresser had an electric guitar leaned up against it, and a flat screen T.V on top. On the side was a bag of chips; empty. And a small globe shaped object that lights up with many different colors.  A nightstand drawer was hanging out, so I walk over to close it, and notice a bible inside. 
"They're Christians?"
It surprised me, Nathan sure didn't act like Christian last night.  I roll my eyes.