Little Girl and Tall Boy

Prologue

I woke up this morning with a bright smile plastered on my face. I didn't care if my straight, black hair was disheveled or not. I didn't care if my side bangs were sticking up. I didn't care if I looked like a normal person at all. I'm happy because I won't have to be checking my things if they were all packed or something else is still missing. I'm happy because we just arrived last night and Dad told me that he and Mom will be the one to unpack my things.

Yes, I'm just that lazy when it comes to my things.

"Bacon," I muttered as I sniffed. I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that I was 30 minutes early than my usual waking up time. I sighed happily and went to the bathroom to do my morning routine. When I was done, I headed downstairs to the room I think where the kitchen is.

"Do you think she'll be fine with it? She just got here..." I heard Mom trailed off when I was approaching the kitchen. I could hear the sizzling of the frying pan as she cooked more bacon. "Isn't she tired? Won't you be tired, too?" She continued.

I entered the room and walked towards Mom, "Morning, Mom." I kissed her cheek and sat across Dad on the dining table. "Morning, Dad." I smiled at him.

"Morning, bud." He glanced at me with a small smile on his face, sipped his coffee and then continued to read the newspaper.

"What were you guys talking about?" I asked casually, pouring myself a glass of chocolate milk.

"Oh, it's nothing." Mom waved her hand in there while settling down beside Dad. Nothing? I started to eat my bacon, scrambled eggs, and toasts.

"Was it about me?"

"No, bud. Don't worry about it."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Skeet," Dad warned as he started to eat his breakfast too. If it made him tick off that easily then maybe it's worse or better or just worse.

I stayed quiet after that and ate my breakfast a little too fast. When I finished I placed my plate and glass on the sink and went back up to my room.

Why are my parents hiding something from me? What is it that they're hiding?

I my thoughts aside and decided to take a quick bath.

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"Let it go, let it go" I sang quietly. Once more, I looked at the mirror if I had worn a 'normal' outfit. My cousins told me back then that I looked ridiculous whenever I decide to go for a very long walk. Wearing sweatpants and a lose shirt then letting my bangs cover my face wasn't ridiculous, right? But then whenever I wear a pair of sweatpants and a lose shirt, the colors never complement each other.. so maybe I did look ridiculous.

I walked out of my room making sure to take my scrunchie from the doorknob then walked down the stairs while tying my hair in bun that I'm sure doesn't look 'clean.'

"I'm going for a walk." I called to the house and stepped outside.

It was my second time to be here in Ohio. I first came here when I was 10 in summer, which was a long time ago so I didn't know where to go. 

Without thinking my destination through, I shrugged my shoulders and jammed my hands in the front pockets of my sweatpants, walking down the quiet street.

Everything had changed. This part of town didn't have lots o families residing in it back then, the houses are bigger and modernized, and most of the lawns are now fenced. Maybe the kids changed too. Oh, did the friends I made here were still friendly?

I plugged in my earphones that I had found in my pocket and played the first song that was selected without bothering to look for one.

"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight," it started. I grinned, being reminded of some recent events - or memories, if you'd put it like that - that happened with me and my friends.