Wanted//*l.h*

-Prologue- 

1 week ago

I pulled my red suitcase out of Mom's car and let it drop to the ground, landing on it's wheels. I looked around me at the freshly cut green lawn and I looked at the woods to the left of me. I turned to my right to admire upon a wide open field that was newly covered in white puffs of dandelions, but a house was blocking my view. It was huge. Absolutely too big for just Mom, Ryan, and I. I let a huff of air. 'So this is it', I said to myself. I grabbed the handle of my suitcase, extending it, and I dragged it behind me. As I pulled across the gravel driveway the wheels made a unique noise. I looked back toward the car over my shoulder and watched my brother, Ryan, jump out of the car. He carried his suitcase and started running toward me. 

"Look at this place!", Ryan exclaimed. 

"I see it", I murmured backed. I don't know why Ryan was so excited or surprised. Maybe it's because  the house is huge, or maybe because we now live in the rural area of town, where all the farms are located. The yard was enormous, and perfect for children. But, we weren't children. Except, actually, Ryan acts surprisingly childish. Even though he is my older brother. 

"I'll race you to the house," Ryan said. The house was still probably 50 feet away from me, but I didn't feel like running. Nor did I like follow my brother's orders. He started running before I could give him a answer. I look back at Mom, who is still attempting to get boxes out of the car. 

"Emily!", Ryan yelled. I jerked my head toward him. "I won!"

"The race never began", I yelled back. A smile rose to my face. I dragged my suitcase back to the car. 

"Mom, do you need any help?"

"No, I got it", she replied. She was struggling, trying to grab all the boxes at once. I picked up a few boxes anyway. She looked at me with a smile on her face. I smiled back. 

"You didn't have to do that", Mom said.

"I wanted to," I said carrying the boxes and dragging my suitcase toward the house. Another smile.

I kicked the wooden front door with the tips of my shoes. Moments later Ryan answered, pulling the door open slowly. A smirk was drawn to his face at the sight of me struggling.

"Little help here?", I asked eagerly. 

"Sure", Ryan said rolling his eyes and snatching the boxes out of my possession. I followed him inside down a short hallway to the kitchen that had everything except for a fridge, microwave, and food. He sat the boxes on a marble counter. They read kitchen in black sharpie.

"So this is our home," I heard Mom say from the small foyer that we just left. 

"I'm going to pick out my room", Ryan said. He exited the kitchen and turned to his right, inclining on a flight of stairs. Mom walked into the kitchen setting the remaining boxes down. 

“How do you like it?”, Mom said looking around. Her long brown hair tossed from side to side as she looked.  

“It’s...nice,” I hesitated. I didn’t know what to feel about this place. Ryan probably loves it, but my observations. But I didn’t know about myself. My mom gave a me a closed smile and looked away, probably guessing that I didn’t care all that much about this place.

“Well, better go pick out your room”, Mom said. 

“Ok”, I replied. Now lets just hope I get the good one. I picked up my suitcase and walked up the carpeted stairs that were already dirty from Ryan’s shoes. I swiveled my feet around the dirt, trying not to get it on my socked feet.