Lillie who is quite, not very sociable, and smart moves away from her home town Huntington, West Virginia to stay with her aunt and uncle for a while. she left behind all her friends and family to go live with aunt Mel and uncle Hugh who lived in Oa...
After 4 days on the road and sleeping in ratchet hotels I finely reached my home town Huntington. After that first night in that hotel across from qt I was ready to be home well atleast close to my family. There were strippers and truck stop hoes everywhere around that hotel.
I was a few miles away from my house, well old house I guess I should call it. for those few miles I took in the view of all the places I haven't see in over 2-3 years. Finely my old driveway came into view.
The trees my mom planted were huge now. They lined all the way down the drive until the house was in full view.
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The old farm house.
I parked in my mom's old parking spot and got out. I began to look around the old farm we have. The cows were still here and my horse I named Mr. Horse was still here.
"Mr. Horse???" I yell as I ran towards the picked fence.
I got him when I was about 10 and I trained him pretty much Mike a dog. I spent time with him every day. Me, him, Mrs. Ball. We had a great time.
His big ears perked up even more than they already were. You would think they couldn't but they sure did.
I'm guessing my stepdad charlie still comes down here after work and feed them over here then goes back to the ranch and feed the others.
Last time I heard my cow, Mr. Cow died. I literally loved that cow. He was my bestfriend. I slept with him. We would have sleepovers in the barn but atleast Mr. Horse is still here.
Yes I know I name everything with Mrs. Or Mr. In front of it but that's how I am I don't know why but I've always done it.
I spent about thirty minutes talking to my horse about my life and how it is in Oakland. Even though Mr. Horse probably can't understand atleast he's never failed me to act like he can. I told him about my friends down there and my new crush Austin. I told him how I missed oli and luke and how they were the best guys to play volleyball with. I also had to brag to him how I'm going to 11th grade and the captain of the volleyball team. I think he liked that cause he did a little nae to that.
Well it was 6 o'clock now and I haven't went inside the house yet. I told mr. Horse bye and kissed my four fingers then pressed them gently to his forehead as he naed.
I ran back towards the porch. I knew o had a key to unlock this old house somewhere. I fiddled with my keychain and key collection and found the old key I was looking for.
"Ah there you are, ya old key." I say to myself out loud.
I open the door and bust on in the house like I use to do right after volleyball practice.
What surprised me was how the house literally looked the same as it did the day I left. Wow.
I mean it was indeed dusty from lack of my mom's dusting skills but other than that the couch, kitchen table, appliance, TV, etc... was still there. I guess charlie is pretty rich which makes my family rich which means they bought all kinds of new furniture and stuff. Smh.
As I walked upstairs I heard the same creaks I heard every day I would walk to my room. My room was on the left and Maggie's was on the right. Her room was the girliest and prettiest and mine was just plan and simple with band posters all around. I go into room and flop down on my bed where three of my favorite magazines played. Sports, alternative press, and kerrange. They were issues from around 2015. And of course I had the issues from 2013 when mcr broke uo scattered on my night stand. I would look through them almost every night. I missed those days.
I looked through the 2015 issues for the heck of it then once again I looked through the 2013 ones. They were interesting. I forgot most of it so it was new to me again.
I played on my back and looked up at my ceiling and seen the caution tape that I had hung up there. You could say I was a true emo kid. I thought I was Gerard way at one point or Billie joe. I guess I wasn't too extreme cause I kept my long curly blonde hair. I never would in my life cut it. I remember when I went to school here and everybody was going through the emo phase. Which required some fucked up hair styles and fried hair. Also bleed marks through their colorful hair. I'm sure all of them are out of it now but boy they would have that choppy mollet on their head and then they would try to style it like the Walmart hairstylist did it when they first got it... just woah...no...
After my time on memory lane on my rickety bed I left for the "modern" ranch.
I put the address my auntie gave me in and started my way in the direction the gps told me to go.
