Scaled Tail (ON HOLD)

Moving to California

My name is Coral. Coral Rose. I live in Kansas and I'm in a car on my way to my new home in California. I hope I fit in even though I'm very pale, I have brown hair ,and green eyes. I'm shy and don't really go outdoors unless its to go to the beach. The only time I really go outside other than that is on holidays to play with the little kids in my family when I go visit them.

I lean my head against the window bored out of my mind. My phone is dead and that is the only thing I had to use for my music and games or reading... there's no one to keep me company. My brother moved out three years ago, so here I am on a lonely twenty-two hour car ride with my Mother. I eventually fall asleep.

" Coral, we're here, come on wake up.", my mom said, "Coral May Rose get your butt up!", she playfully yelled.

" I'm getting up no need to be grouchy, damn."

She laughed, "There's my beautiful girl."

I walked toward the house with overflowing arms. The house was a baby blue and was one story.

I opened the door and I saw a face that I have'nt seen in a long time... I almost cried because how happy I was.

I ran towards my dad crying... I hugged him and so did my mom. My dad is in the army... I haven't seen him as long as I haven't seen my brother James. Someone cleared their throat...Then James stepped out from behind dad, I hugged him crying. Today was a great day they came all that way to surprise me. It was worth that twenty-two hour car ride.

Mom, Dad and James all got into a conversation about our trip up here and their trip up here. So I walked up the creaky worn stairs and went down the hall to the last door on the left and opened it.

I walked in my room and my bed, dresser, work desk, book shelf, and art desk were all in its place.

"You need any help?" a deep voice says that was somewhat familiar. I turned around from the box that I had opened with my scribbled handwritten label with the words "Boxes" and FRAGILE" and looked towards my door way where they stood. It was James. His voice got really deep over those three years.

" Yeah that would be great..." I turned back around and grabbed some of the books out of the box. "But don't you have to go spend some time with mom and dad?" I looked at him before I walked to my book shelf.

"No I asked them if I could spend some time with my lovely sister." he said with a wicked grin and locking eyes with me.

"Okay what are you up to?" I say looking over to the black worn book shelf and placing my books into the organization I preferred.

He waited till I turned around and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder taking me out of my room. I gripped my door trying to prevent him from leaving the room but failed.

"James! Put me down!" I scream which was a little broken up and we went down the stairs.

" Nope not until you go out side for a few minuets and tell me what you have done over the three years I was gone" he said laughing.

" I thought about murdering my rude brother with a baseball ball bat." I smirked and rested my elbow against his back and placed my hand under my chin.

"Well that's a little harsh, don't you think?"he teased.

"Nope I think its perfect when all your brother did was torture you because he didn't visit you in three years and left you miserable." I teased smacking his back.

"Sorry I was busy with school and homework." He said while setting me down as we got to the bottom of the stairs.

We got really quiet not knowing where to start on "catching up" as he put it.

"So...want to spray me with the hose since I tortured you for three years?" He asked after a while obviously trying to make it up to me and not ruin the happy mood of the new home.

I grinned wickedly."Water on ice cold?"

He nodded accepting his fate.

"Okay then I get to throw water balloons at you!" I say running out side and looking for the hose.

I got to the hose and turned it on full blast knowing it was going to be ice cold. I then pointed it at James and put my finger partially over the hole of the hose to make it spray everywhere.

Even though James is twenty one he still acts like a little kid, but then again I'm seventeen and act like that.