One After Another

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Mom?”  she called out from the kitchen. “Do you know where the scissors are?”

“Look next to the fridge honey,” replied her mother. Eliza’s apartment was a pure white box. From the shimmering crystal chandeliers to the glistening white marble floors, the whole space was filled with charm and elegance.  The ivory coloured walls, matched  the alabaster coloured sofa, that looked like a huge cotton ball.  It was a constant struggle for Eliza not to spill anything.

She entered the kitchen, grabbed the scissors and returned back to her bedroom.  Eliza had moved so many times that she had a routine.  She used the scissors to open the next box.  She glanced inside and then pushed it up against the wall.  “Next” she mumbled. She had half a dozen containers to sort through, curtains to hang and pictures to put up, she didn't have the time to reminisce .  She had a long “to do” list and with her years of experience moving from home to home, she had memorized a routine. She first started to hang her extensive wardrobe in her closet.  Place her shoes in order of colour and style on her shelves and finally unpacked her books, pillows, and junk from her night table.

It wouldn't take her long to take a bare room and turn it into her new favourite “personal space”.  She would get distracted by the boxes that had pictures, old letters and personal moments in them.  She enjoyed looking at the stack of photographs of her many old boyfriends.  

Eliza sat down on her bedroom floor and laid out each and every picture.  

“Oh Jake,” she sighed as she brought the picture closer to her face.  

“He was so sweet” she commented as she put him in the, okay I have looked at him pile, now he can go back into the box. 

Then came a picture of her and Derek.  Her boyfriend from Newark. “Ugh, what a bad haircut, but he made me laugh,”  she uttered to herself.   One photo after another was looked at.  There was Peter from the time she lived in Philly, and Bob from Boston, and Michael from Montreal.  Eliza had a new boyfriend each time she moved.  Some people might collect t-shirts from every city, but Eliza had collected relationships each time.  Eliza spent a good hour admiring the photos.  Ironically, each one of the young men in the pictures, all had the same smile.  They all had cute grins and dimples.  Unusual?  

Eliza’s appearance in each of the photos remained the same. Her hair was shoulder length brown with hints of red highlights. Her cheeks were consistently a blush colour and complemented her pink lips. She seemed to be taller then every one of the boys she dated, even though she was only five feet, seven inches.  

According to her mother, Eliza was skinny and had the body of a dancer.  This comment made Eliza snicker every time she heard it, since she always felt awkward and clumsy.

Eliza was almost finished placing the final touches to her room, 

when her mother and brother entered her room.

 “The fun begins tomorrow dear, time for you to get ready for bed and get some sleep” requested her mother.

Eliza beamed at the thought of exploring the new city which she was about to start another chapter of her life in. Her twelve year old bother, Benson, was just as excited.

“What do you think we are going to do tomorrow?” he would inquire every five minutes.

“Do you think we’ll visit the Eiffel Tower?” 

Eliza tittered “Yes Benson, I'm sure we will.”

Eliza’s mother, with a smile on her face, reached for Benson’s hand and guided him out of the room. 

“It’s time for you to get to bed too little man”.  She started down the hallway with Benson and yelled back, “lights out Eliza….Bonne Nuit.”

Eliza lay in bed, awaiting the next day.  She dreamt of all the wonderful things she would  see and do tomorrow.

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Hey there! so i was thinking of updating every sunday or monday because those are the days i'm free and don't have much homework. I know i don't have any readers yet but i'm hoping to get even a couple soon! It would make my day if i got a comment or vote so yeah...go ahead and comment/vote as much as you want. And if you are advertising for your story in the comments, i'd love to read it! And if you read this i love you! 

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