Blue Blazers

"I'm home,"

Summer's POV

It was a heavy storm that night, on what was predicted to be the last day of Summer. On that very night, Summer was moving into her new house, near the edge of town. As the taxi's wheels rolled through the mud covered road and stopped, she looked up at the house through her window. "I'm home," she whispered against the window, fogging it with her breath.

It was large and white, with large windows at the front. Vines hung from the ceiling and moss stuck on the walls, after not being maintained for several years. The roof was broken down slightly, and you could see raindrops trickling in.

Summer pulled her hood over her hair, and opened the taxi door, to which the cold air whipped her tired face. She trudged through the wet, muddy sidewalk and opened the door to her house.

Although the house was just as dirty as it was on the inside, Summer could still see the beautiful architecture under the overgrown plants and dampness caused by the storm. The building had a tall roof, marbled floors and a staircase which twirled all the way to the top of the house, where her room would be.

She quickly pulled off her boots and wiped it across the welcome mat, before pulling off her hood and walking upstairs. "Thank god the floor is dry and clean," she muttered in appreciation. Luckily, her parents called a maid to clean the floors. It was too expensive for the maids to clean the rest of the house.

Soon, Summer reached her bedroom, which was on the top floor of the house. It was the cleanest room in the house, which was odd as it looked maintained. As if it was recently lived in. Although she thought it was weird, Summer shrugged and flopped onto the bed completely exhausted. She'd just have to worry about it the next day.

Author's Note

I know, I know. No Brandon. 

YET. 

He'll enter the picture soon enough.