One Little Dream

Home Sweet Home.

I put the burgers on the grill as I grabbed my phone from the counter. I dialed Clares number and pressed call. On the second ring Clare picked up.

"Yes Miss Holmes? What may I do for you?"

"I want a real estate agents number. I don't care who. Just give me one."

She wasn't speaking, probably writing things down.

"Would you like me to call them and set up an appointment?"

I thought for a moment then looked at the clock. It was only 5.

"No, I'll call. Give me the address. I want to start as soon as Possible."

I heard some pen scratches and paper ripping.

"Alright. The real estate agency is at 1421 2nd Sicamore St. They close at 7pm. Lucky house hunting Ma'am."

I say my goodbyes and hang up. I flipped the burgers one last time. And severed myslef. I wrapped 2 burgers and went to the door that joins my house and garage. I hopped into my Cherry red convertible. Looking at my car, I realize it isn't save. With this new life I'll have to live, with medicine and so many check ups and danger around every corner. I need a new car. I make a mental note to go car shopping tomorrow with my grandmother. But now I'm on my way to discuss houses. On the drive I call the agency.

"Hello, Mark and Sisters Real Estate.  How may we help you?"

"Hello. Jessica Holmes. I'm on my way to discuss a house. I want the best real estater you have waiting for me. I'll be there in 7 minuets."

With that I hung up and continued to drive. I turned into the parking lot 5 minuets later. I grabbed purse and finished off my second burger. I got out of the low laying car. Relizing for the first time how hard it was to get out of. Noting the discomfort with the car. Making it more clear to get a new one.

I walked into the from doors and with the ding of the bell the young lady at the desk shot her head up. She walked out from behind the counter and greeted me.

"Miss Holmes right this way."

Her smile was plastic and her hair a blinding fake blonde. Her skin an oily tan. I cringed behind her back at the make of herself. I also noted the sacrf she was wearing. It was from my spring wear from 3 years ago.

She led me to a tiny room, yellow cupcakes were in the little table next to a chair that sits in front of the dark wood desk. Sitting there smiling at me sat a very thin man. To girly to be a real man. But that's his build.

"Hello Miss Holmes, I'm Christopher Blanchet. It's very nice to meet you. Now, what are you looking for?"

He reached his hand acrossed the desk, I took it as I say acrossed from him.

"I want a house. Not a condo, not an apartment, not a pent house, and not a mansion. I want a house. The average size, close to parks, and paths. I like jogging, biking. And a few more activities."

I lace my fingers together and place them in my lap. Cross my legs and stiffen my spine. Making myself a bit more intimidating.

"Um, anything you want in the house?"

I raise my brows and think for a moment.

"I want an open concept. 4 bedrooms. A mud\ laundry room. And an at home office."

Now it was his turn to raise his brows. Before he can speak I blurt.

"I want a drive way, and a 2 door garage. I also want a yard. Not a small pitiful yard. A yard. I'm thinking of getting a dog."