Heartbreaker

Meeting My Family

“Elle!”

Vicky, my parents’ maid since before I was born, called my name from downstairs, telling me I should be ready to go. And I am. Today, I wore my favorite denim shirt with a pair of black leggings and my favorite ankle boots. A few shiny bracelets were slipped on here and there. My reddish brown hair was polished and styled into loose waves, dropping down my shoulders. I grabbed my shoulder bag, putting the strap on my shoulder before running out of my room, shutting the door behind me.

I walked down the long hall, pictures of my parents and me hanging up the marbled walls. Vicky was sitting on the coffee armchair, checking I had everything I needed for the trip with me. She smiled sadly when she saw me.

"Ready to go?" She asked. I nodded not saying anything. She walked over to hug me. “Oh, child, I’m going to miss you. Take care of yourself, alright?”

“I will.” I told her. I was going to my move in with my uncle Damian today. I was going to move across the world from California to London.

"Alright. Kevin is waiting outside for you." She told me. I walked outside to the car where Kevin, my driver since I was 12, opened the door and then shut the door and jogged to the driver’s seat.  I refused to look out the window to see the house that once held so many good memories. The engine was started and then he started to drive down the road and towards the airport.

Once there I said goodbye to Kevin and then it was time to board the plane in which I slept most of the time. When I got off Uncle Damien and his wife Vanessa were waiting for me. My uncle hugged me and I really felt like crying. So, I hugged Vanessa and then we went to baggage claim to pick up my bags. If you haven’t noticed yet, I don’t like crying in front of people, no matter how bad I’m feeling.

The drive to their house was long and I tried to pay attention to what they were saying but I would only catch a few parts of the conversation and drift off into my own little world.

Their house was gorgeous. Once he parked the car all I could do was stare. I've never visited them before.

"Pretty right?" I heard someone say. I turned around and saw a girl around my age standing by the door. She had long blonde hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing black leggings and a pink flowery tank top with white oxfords. She looked too girly compared to what I was wearing.

"Ken, I would like you to meet Noelle. Elle, this is my daughter Kennedy." My uncle introduced us. Dad told me once about me having cousins but we never came to visit. I only knew my dad’s brother Damian and that’s it.

"Pleasure to finally meet you.” She said smiling at me.

"Ok, let's get you settled in. You can meet everyone after." Vanessa said, carrying one of my bags.

“Everyone?” I asked confused going to the back of the car to pick up more of my things.

“Oh, yeah,” Kennedy said, helping me with my stuff. “There’s three of us but don’t worry, the twins are pretty much harmless if they have coloring books or the TV on.” Twins? “And Hattie, my Aunt will be leaving in two days so there’s really nothing to worry about.” I followed her into the house. If this place was pretty outside it's even prettier inside. Kennedy went down a hallway and then turned right into a set of stairs and started to go up. I followed like a lost puppy.

“This is your room. My room is right across from yours if you need anything. We share a bathroom which is next doors to your room. The twins are across from the bathroom and they have their own bath and then the door down the hall is Mom and Dad’s if you ever need them.” Kennedy explained. I nodded and then gasped when I saw my room.