Accidentally Chosen

Chapter 2: The Neighborhood

The moving truck pulled into a wide two car driveway. "We're here," Trinity's mom said happily. Trinity got out of the truck and look around.

"It's a crowded neighborhood. In Colorado, we lived in a more wooded area. I guess you like nature killers," stated Trinity stubbornly as she marched inside. Her mom followed, slightly annoyed.

"Your room is upstairs and is the room at the end and to the right," said Mrs. Brooks answering Trinity’s unspoken question. Trinity bolted up the stairs and ran down the hall. A small amount of excitement bubbled up inside of her. She turned right and looked at the door. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She opened them just as she swung the door open, finding a massive room with the walls painted her favorite color. Turquoise blue. She had two windows looking out over a forested backyard. She could see a creek barely noticeable through an opening in the branches. She gazed in amazement around the room before leaving to get some boxes. To her surprise, she found two of them waiting outside her door. She pushed them in and began unpacking.

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"Trinity, dinner," her mom yelled up the stairs. Trinity had already unpacked and arranged everything. She had tried to base it off her old room to feel more at home, but she liked how her new room was more spacious. She wouldn't admit it aloud, but deep inside she knew this room would be better. She had just started hanging up her drawings. Her mom had not been wrong. There was a lot more wall space. Trinity left her room and walked down the stairs. She turned into the kitchen to find one plate on the table with her favorite foods. "I'm going out to explore where everything is, so you get to eat by yourself," said her mom as she walked out the front door, keys in hand. Trinity looked down at her food. Chicken with pasta on the side and mashed potatoes. She was grateful her mom respected her wish to be alone. Sometimes Trinity felt that her mom knew what she wanted before she did herself. She ate in the quietness of her new kitchen until the plate had nothing on it. She gently placed them in the sink and decided to explore the house. She walked through a passageway leading from the kitchen to the living room and saw that her mom had already unpacked all the furniture. A couch and loveseat were placed opposite of each other and a small table sat in between them. She steadily walked out of that room and down a set of three stairs to the family room. A long brown couch spread across and her mom’s desk sat in the corner. The TV was in a far corner to the right, so you could see it from any angle in the room. There were two other back rooms. A bathroom and an empty one. Trinity next headed up the stairs. There were three bedrooms. Trinity assumed one would be a guest room. The bathroom was in between her room and her mom’s and there was a huge shower and two sink counter. She walked into her room and sat on her bed and exhaled in exhaustion. She laid down and went to sleep.

 

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Trinity laid on her bed and was listening to her music when a knock came at the door. She faintly heard it and glanced up just in time to see her mom open the door.

"Trinity, go mingle with the neighbors. One of them has a girl your age. She’s real nice and sweet. I told her to be expecting you. Her name is Kyrin Bult."

“I don’t really care,” Trinity sighed. Her mom walked over and pulled Trinity’s headphones off of her ears.

“Go meet your new neighbors.”

"No, I'd rather not," Trinity replied.

"Ok, but you will because I said so."

"Fine, I’ll go meet the neighbors. I bet one’s a serial killer or a professional assassin. That’s what I’ll do,  I'll go mingle with the serial killer that lives at the end of the block. I bet you'd be thrilled if I came back home in tiny little pieces packed up nicely in a box," Trinity shouted as she rushed past her mom and out of the house. She needed to blow off steam, but she couldn’t go back into her house. She glanced at the house across from hers and sighed. She sat on the curb outside her house and observed the area around her. "Knowing someone before going to a new school isn't that bad of an idea. Anyways, it isn't their fault I'm here," she thought out loud. She got up and knocked on the first door and a girl about her age answered. She had dirty blond hair and her bright blue eyes met Trinity’s.

"Hello? Oh hi, are you Trinity?"

"Yeah, I just moved here from Colorado. You must be Kyrin," replied Trinity.

"Yep. Your mom said you might be stopping by."

"More like forced," Trinity said sounding like a joke. Kyrin laughed.

"Do you want to come in?" Kyrin asked.

"Sure," replied Trinity.

Kyrin backed away from the door and Trinity walked in. "So tell me about yourself. What do you like to do?"

Kyrin immediately replied, "Oh, I love books. They're so inspirational! And the way authors can make fictional books seem so real! I'm the person who'd have her face stuck in a book instead of playing sports. So are you going to be going to Right Wing High School?"

"I think so. My mom told me we were moving last minute, and I haven't gotten all the details yet," replied Trinity.

"Oh. That stinks," said Kyrin as they walked into her kitchen. "Well, I just want to let you know, you're free to hang out with me and my friends at school whenever you like."

"That's very kind of you. I think I will take up your offer on that. At least for the first couple of days," replied Trinity. "I don't want to be a bother to you."

"What? You won't be a bother. Don't be silly. Now, tell me a little about yourself."

"Well....I absolutely love drawing. The walls of my room in Colorado were filled with drawings. That's MY inspiration. My favorite color is blue, and I love food. Just putting that out there," said Trinity.

"Oh! I can get us a snack. If you truly love drawing, I think you're really gonna like my friend Vanessa. She's obsessed with it. Hold on..." said Kyrin walking to the pantry. She pulled out two brownies and got out glasses and a jug of milk, setting them down on the table.

"Oh! Thank you," said Trinity. Kyrin poured them both milk. They ate the brownies and then put their dishes in the sink.

"Is there anything else you'd like to know?" Kyrin asked politely.

"Ok, I do have one question. I want you to answer honestly. If the answer's no, I don't think I'll be hanging out with you much," Trinity said with a small smile. Kyrin had a concerned look on her face.

"Um...ok?"

"Are you willing to handle me? That means laughing with me and not questioning my craziness. I consider myself insane." Kyrin laughed as she realized what Trinity was trying to say.

"Don't worry. My friends and I are pretty weird. We have the strangest conversations. The real question is, do you think you can handle us?"

"Yes, I do. Last thing, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what do you need?" Kyrin smiled

"Can you show me around the neighborhood? It's still very new to me and I want to meet everyone," replied Trinity.

Kyrin responded quickly, "Oh, of course! I'd love to!"