I arrived Sunday Morning at my aunt Caroline's house. I had just come back from Phoenix, Arizona where I spent most of my summer break, with My Uncle Travis and my older brother Jamie. I had missed Arizona.
I had been there every summer, and I was starting to get used to the lack of precipitation and the long hot summer days that would burn my skin from head to toe. But I was glad to be back.
I looked up at aunt Caroline's modern, red stoned house. It stretched for miles and looked as new as my uncles 20012 Chevrolet . Everything looked the same as it had before I had left for Arizona. Though the doormat was new, I realized as I gently shoved the silver key to the house inside its keyhole. I twisted and jiggled the key a few times until the door unlocked. Then I turned the doorknob and swung it wide open and peered inside. Empty. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jamie staring at me, standing in front of aunt Caroline's driveway with an empty water bottle in one hand and his navy blue bag in the other. It was same bag he had used during football season.
When I stepped inside the house, I knew the house was empty because all the lights had been turned off. "She's not here," I yelled to him, before he could he even ask. "The house is empty." I turned around and began carrying my luggage up to my room. I ran all the way there, happy to be back home. I threw my door open and stood my unpacked luggage up against my closet door. Then I slammed the door shut and fell back back on my bed dramatically. The bed squeaked and groaned a little bit as I struggled to pull my sneakers off my feet. But I ignored the horrible sound as I threw the shoes to the ground and rolled over on my side. I was tired. It had been a very long drive and I had barely got any sleep on the way back. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
