Unexpected

Chapter 7

As I made my way to see what my new room holds, I couldn't help but look in all the other rooms. There were just so many.

There was a game room which consisted of a pool table, a wii with a pile of games next to it, and some bean bags set up at little tables for chess and checkers.

There was also a school room. There was some desks with pencils and pens in containers on top. There was a chalkboard with different colored chalk. There was even a dry erase board with different colored markers too. Anything you would find in a classroom, it probably be in here.

Before I could look in any more rooms, I came across mine. My name was, like he said, carved in the door. It was in calligraphy which I absolutely adored. As I walked in, I wasn't as amazed as I had been by the other rooms. It was just a basic bedroom. It contained a bed, dresser, couch, rugs, and a desk. To the left, there was a bathroom. Even though it was basic, it still had a girlie sense to it.

I walked back downstairs to find my new father cooking. I'm not sure what it was, but it smelled fabulous.

"What are you making?" I said as I jumped off the last step.

"I'm making some spaghetti and meatballs. I'm trying out this new recipe." He said while hard at work mixing the sauce.

"Well it smells great!" I said with enthusiasm. He nodded his head agreeing. "So what are we doing tomorrow?"

"You are going to school. It's the first day for everyone else so don't worry-" he said. I cut him off before he could finish.

"I get to go to school!?" I said in excitement. "Like an actual school??"

"Yes you are." I jumped with glee. "I've already gotten everything ready for you. Your teacher will be Mrs. Robinson. And your locker number is 22." He said this as if he memorized it, but I was too worried because I was trying to remember what he just told me. "I've also bought all your school supplies. It's all in a backpack on your desk. You'll be riding a bike to school which I have provided. This is because I'm a teacher there, and I have to arrive earlier than you."

"I didn't know you were a teacher. Why didn't you tell me?" I asked him.

"Thats just because I simply forgot." He replied. It got quiet and awkward fast. With this quietness came with the thought of Becky. The woman I couldn't get out of my mind. I decided to ask him about her. Maybe he knew her.

"Umm, do you know someone named Becky?" I asked curiously. He froze and slowly turned around. He looked me straight in the eyes for the first time sense we'd left the orphanage. He acted as if trying to make a decision whether to tell me or not.

"Yes...I do." He said this with hesitation. Before I could ask him any other questions, I smelled something burning. He had smelled it too. The spaghetti was on fire.