Alexandria Tarbell lives in Essex, Vermont. With her parents at their busy jobs and Cobey, the one friend she has. Alexandria's life isn't the most glamorous.
She spends her time reading books beneath the great green and yellow trees and makes her m...
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My father opened my bedroom door wider and stepped inside the room.
"Alexandria, what did this man look like?" he asked me as if he was speaking to a five-year-old.
I sighed, sitting crossed legged on my bed ready to go to sleep.
"Um, he had thick black hair, a sleeve of tattoos, he was wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt in weather like this. And his eyes, they were kind of...this gorgeous light brown. As if they shone even though it was dark outside" I admit to my dad.
He rubbed his hands over his tiresome face and ran a hand through his head in clear frustration. I wondered what this gentleman had done so wrong to get under my dad's skin.
"What happened?" I asked quickly and quietly, but dad seemed to have caught on. He always did.
"Don't worry Ria"
"Well, clearly I am- it's obviously bothering you. Also, he was kind of intimidating. I hope you aren't in any trouble at work or anything" I say carefully, hoping not to push the boundaries of this discussion.
"I'll see you in the morning Ria, goodnight". And with that he shut my door and ended the conversation. My dad angry was not someone I particularly wanted to be around. He loses his temper a lot but at least he has my mom by his side, always helping him through thick and thin. It was kind of nice just seeing how they melted together perfectly. As if fate scanned the entire earth, picked them up like chess pieces and moved the king to his queen.
There was not a single person in Essex, or even Vermont that would take the slightest interest in me. I'm a book worm and I'm boring. End of story. I kind of liked it though. No one disturbed me or hassled me into doing or being things I didn't want to do or be.
As I watched the door close I whispered to myself 'goodnight' and climbed into my soft white sheets.
Sundays usually meant relaxation, although mine didn't start so well due to an early rise which the sun shone through my sheer curtains waking me up at an unreasonable time. I removed the quilt covers from my body and got out of bed to start my day. I was planning on going to the library to check out some books and get a head start on this semester's reading.
I brush my teeth, wash my face and brush out my hair. A little concealer and mascara did the trick. I pulled a pair of black jeans and a cream knit out of my wardrobe and slipped on some black water resistant boots. To double the warmth, I threw on my handy jacket with the hood and cosy pockets.
As I reach downstairs, both my mother and father were eating breakfast together, and they were actually talking to each other instead of typing away on their laptops or answering phone calls. I walk into the kitchen and both my parents look my direction with small smiles. Weird I thought.
"Good morning" I say quickly and poor myself some chamomile tea from the already boiled water. As my tea was brewing, I pulled out some bread from the basket and toasted it slightly. Waiting for my breakfast to be ready, I turned back around towards my parents who were still staring at me.
