Hoping For Home

Delivery

I nervously play with the closed envelope in my hand as I stare at the Cimorelli household. Am I really gonna do this? There is no going back the minute I deliver this letter. No pain no gain, right? I certainly hope so.

"Breathe" says Ethan next to me putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder "Everything will be fine and whatever happens... I'm here" he continues with his 'short inspiring speech'.

"You're right. I can do this. I mean... what do I have to lose right?" I say with a nervous chuckle. "Okay. Let's do this" I whisper mostly to myself.

Ethan comes with me towards the steps of the front porch. I leave the letter on the doormat with shaky hands and turn to look at Ethan "On the count of three?" He asks and I give a slight nod.

"One" says Ethan.

"Two" I continue with a shaky and nervous voice.

"Three" Well both say at the same time and I ring the door bell. We both sprint towards the bushes seeking for cover. And once we are both hidden we stare at the door waiting for it to open.

After a few seconds, it finally opens and a girl who I recognise as Christina, comes out with a curious look on her face.

If your wondering how I know her name... I learned all of their names and ages by heart. Kind of creepy huh? I'm sure you would do the same if it was your family.

Christina looks everywhere to find someone who could've knocked on the door and when she doesn't see anyone she turns around ready to leave, but just when she is about to close the door, she sees it. The piece of paper that might change my life forever. She grabs the envelope with pure confusion written on her face and turns around with the letter in hands, entering the house.

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. There's definitely no going back now.

Christina's POV

I walk inside the house holding the mysterious envelope in my hands. Who could've sent this letter? We've only been here for four days and know bearly no one. Who could've known our address?

Maybe one of my siblings sent our new address to one of their friends back in Sacramento... but, who the heck uses letters?

"Hey Chris, who was at the door?" Asks Lisa curiously as she walks by my side.

"No one... someone left this letter... it says Cimorelli's at the front but it doesn't say who's it from" I try to explain to my younger sister.

"A letter? Who writes letters?" Asks Lisa confused as well I just lift my shoulders nonchalantly, staring at the piece of paper intensely as if it would tell me itself. "Think we should open it?" Asks Lisa trying to get the letter in her grasp but I pull it away before she can.

"Don't you think we should tell mom or dad? I could be important" I say kind of worried.

"Well it is directed to Cimorelli's not Mr and Mrs Cimorelli so technically that includes us" Says Lisa trying to get the letter again.

"Okay fine. But let's go somewhere private" I say and Lisa looks at me with a satisfied smile. Well I can't lie... I am very curious about this letter.

Lisa and I head up to my room, because I know for a fact that Kath is baking cookies and Amy is painting the landscape from our backyard. Once we reach the room, I turn around and close the door behind us.

"Can I open it?" Asks Lisa excited like a child on Christmas morning.

"Sure" I say handing it to her. I don't know why, but I suddenly feel nervous about opening it.