"Finally! Home sweet Home!" I yell to no one, as I slam my self onto my white canopy bed. I look around my empty room and just sit. Cherry blossoms, my favorite flowers, is the theme of my room. White, hints of light and dark reds, pastel pinks dominating over all colors, my marble floor customize for me is white with beautiful cherry blossom flowers designed in it, chairs, stools, pillows, throw over covers, sofa, dressers, wardrobe, everything coming together and giving a vintage vibe, it's all beautiful. I haven't been here for about a year, more or less, but it looks the same as when I first visited this new house I'll be living in.
I've lived alone till only last year when my parents told me to come live with them for the school year and summer because of problems in middle school. But in reality I was just living by myself in houses that belong to them since my parents are always working or away. The third time I ever saw my mom while there was this morning when I left their house for school and I've only seen my dad twice.
Then there's my brother......
Every year, since they were married, my parents and my brother and I get together on June 30th for a family picture. We''ve never missed one, its like a must do to my mom and she sends each of us a copy. It's the only day that I ever see my brother.
I go out to the hallway and look at the nineteen "perfect" family pictures in the hallway. The first is of my mother and father holding one another lovingly for a wedding picture. The other is of my parents, my mom's baby bump showing. The next one is of my parents each kissing my brothers cheeks, my brother adorably laughing. Then the other one after shows my parents standing, my moms back against my dads chest, her 7 month stomach that's holding me is sticking out, their noses touching and both smiling enjoyably at one another and my now standing brother is holding my moms hand and also enjoyably smiling, looking up at them. After that one it shows me and my weird colored eyes (my hands were by my sides so the marks weren't showing) in a white straw basket, my parents each sitting by both my sides calmly smiling. My brother-who I was told was supposed to be sitting in front of me- was in the back of my basket, holding it and trying to get a better glimpse of me in it adorably. When I was 5 I asked him why he kept trying to look at me instead of just sitting where he was told he told me it was because he thought and still thinks I'm strange. He can be pretty mean.
The pictures go on each year, showing us each grow and mature.
I linger on the last one we recently took this summer. It's one of the most silliest picture yet. My mom is puckering out towards my dad's direction and squishing my dads cheeks together with her hand making him pucker, while my dad gives her "bunny ears" with his hand. My brother has some of my hair over his puckered lips which was holding the strands in place, making them look like a mustache. He was closing his right eye because my right arm came around behind him and my hand was gently pinching his cheek. My left eye was closed because my brothers left arm came around behind me and with his index finger, poked my cheek, my lips also puckered.
After that photo we all ate dinner and fled to our rooms. I didn't try to keep every one together because that's what happens every year. Photos make us look close but we're anything but.
After my visit through memory lane, I walk down stairs to the first floor and I see my cook, ma'am, in the kitchen.
"Hey ma'am. what are we cooking today?" I ask.
"oh madam-"
"You don't have to call me that you know. you are older and I don't mind if you call me Katherine."
"Right, Katherine, sorry. I wish you wouldn't try to help. Your father pays me to do this but not only that, I love cooking for you. So when you help I feel like I'm not doing my job. I got it here, don't worry."
" okay sorry. " I tell her and walk out the kitchen.
I have a total of 3 main workers in my house during the day and only one living in the one bedroom house out in the back yard 24/7. The one living there is Brody. he's my butler slash bodyguard. Next there's Ana, she's my house maid. I always offer my help or suggest to hire someone to help her but she tells me no and that cleaning a two story house is no problem for her. then there ma'am my cook. Both my cook and house maid have been there for me since I was born but Brody, he came when I was twelve. He quit school (though he's incredibly smart that it seems that he's been in it his whole life)and joined the work force instead, so my dad decided that Brody would take many kinds of fighting classes and that his butler would train him so that in the future he could take care of me. Brody was fourteen at the time.
"BRODY!!" I sing.
"yes princess?" I hear Brody call. He's always called me that since we were first introduced. I figured it was his way of trying to get on my good side. It not only worked but also sort of stuck since then.
"Do you wanna hang out today? let's go do something."
"Now you know princess,that employees and employers cannot hang out with each other. Did you try on your uniform for school?"
"No. should I?"
"Yes you should."
"You know, I think it was a good idea to make the first day a free dress day. Helps figure out what kind of person people are."
"Remember, don't judge a book by its cover. How about you try them on and then we can criticize it together like we always do?"
"You sir, have got yourself a deal."
I go to my room and and open my wardrobe to find 6 plastic zip bags hanging up and beneath them are two navy blue boxes with the same design as the packages I received in gym which I'm pretty sure are my shoes for school and gym. I take one bag and my school shoes box to my bed and open both.
