The Chosen One

There's nothing like an empty home on a silent night. Exempt maybe a full home.

Home Sweet Home

It is not where you create your life but how you go about your life that speaks the true reflection of your own worth

-The Legends-

When Mollie pulls in front of my house. I immediately turn to her and say, "Thank you so much." She replies, "No problem Hun." I smile and wave as she drives away. Once she's out of sight. I turn towards my front door and pull out my key. It was covered in plastic rhinestones and the key itself was painted as a unicorn. It was a phase...

I go inside and immediately close the door and lock it. Last time I forgot, our neighbor had to lock it before anyone could steal our stuff. Once I was sure the door was locked. I placed my coat on side of the railing leading upstairs.

My house was pretty average when you first walk in with green plants in the hall and pictures on the walls but once you start opening doors does it start to look unaverage.

We had a white fluffy carpet covering the floor throughout the house. We had one T.V that hung on the wall in the family room. I mostly didn't go in there since I never met my dad and my mom was rarely home so there was rarely any family to make it the family room. It had a giant window covering the 3/4th of the perimeter of the room that outlooked our garden of shrubs, roses, violets, and tulips. The white couch in the middle of the room was so comfy it felt like you were in it rather than on it. A coffee table that was littered with the magazines my mom reads when she's home. All about makeup, fashion, and what's new in the entertainment world. She's a manager for some of the best models, actors, and singers, plus she likes to take her work home constantly. The fire place under the T.V was perfect when you wanted to watch Christmas movies and feel all toasty even when all the hot chocolate was long gone, and Christmas was a month ago...

Across the hall from the family room was my room. It had a waterbed. For some reason water always calmed me so my mom thought a waterbed was perfect. I also had a master bedroom complete with a shower, 2 sinks with matching mirrors, a toilet, and makeup room which I rarely used since I don't wear makeup. I had a white mini desk for my studies and a sea green bean bag that matched the paint on the walls. I also had walk in closet that was mainly filled with shirts, jeans, and sneakers with the occasional dress and heels for special events. I had book shelfs covering the whole perimeter of my wall. Most full of classics and modern stories, but one was full of vibrantly colorful sea shells, and fully intact, golden sand dollars, exotic fish fossilized in glass and auburn syrup, and my personal favorite. My giant pearl. Weighing about 2 oz. being a parting gift from my father who left when I was 1 month old.

My room holding about 350 books was nothing compared to the library upstairs. It had an amazing view that overlooked the sea green lake that sparkled in the moonlight. Comfy chair and sofas littered the whole room with no apparent order. Although I wouldn't exactly call it a room more like a giant library, it was about the same size of an average person's house. But the books are mainly why I come here more often than all the rooms in the house. They traveled up the walls to the ceiling and crept its way across all four of the walls. Each book compacted together so tight you could barely get them out. It was something like the library out of Beauty and the Beast. Completely wonderfully magical. It was estimated there was about 10,000 or so books on the walls and that was excluding the 200 or so that were being lent out to wonderful book readers such as me. I could stay there and do nothing but read for 10 yrs. and still not read about all the wonderful lands and places the character's travel to in their journey.

But my personal spot to hang out when I don't want to be bothered on a cool night is the roof. Decked out with lawn chairs and tables with attached umbrellas. It also had a bunch of books, but they were under the wooden plank to keep them from getting wet or damp if it rains. The wooden plank was easy to lift, and it was a safe place to store items since my mom didn't know of its existence. The hidden storage was filled with journals. Journals that told of a story of my own creation.

I haven't told my mom about them because she has another career in mind for me. A model. Of all things. I hate wearing makeup and tight and uncomfortable clothing, I hate having my picture taken because I always end up looking horrible and she knows this, she just wants another Barbie to dress up in her to fit her perfect image. I know my mom loves me, but her mind is often on one track. Her job.

But it's not my job. My job is my dream and my dream is to tell stories and paint worlds through my words, but I've can't tell her this because when I do try she just goes on about how beautiful I am and how I shouldn't waste my precious little mind on worthless things such as books and dreams when all I could ever want is easily achieved by being a model. Her idea of "all I could ever want is" boys, beautiful clothing, and money.

No that's not want I want, beautiful clothing in her terms are often to attention seeking and uncomfortable and I hate attention and uncomfortable. Money does not guarantee happiness and that's what I desire. And boys. No thank you, if I were to become a model the boys would only be there for the fame and my looks not at all there for me.

I go to my room and turn on the lights, laying my book bag on my mini desk. I walk towards my closet and pick out my nighttime clothing. A 1 size to large shirt and warmup pants. I quickly change in to them not wanting to fall asleep in my regular clothing's. Once I place everything out for the next day I turn off the lights and I crawl into bed making little ripples. Before sleep could take hold of me I set my alarm for 7:00 am in hopes that when I wake up the "view" would be gone. I had seen many crazy things on the 5-min ride home including the cat and dog from this morning and a flying silhouette shadow of a boy with wings.