Before We Met

~Chapter One~

     "We're here!" Says the petite girl I call my little six year old sister, Terra, as we pulled into our new house late at night. Terra has the cutest shoulder-length hair. She said she wanted it shorter, but our father wouldn't allow that since he didn't want her to regret it later. Besides, would I be able style it for her when we have our all-famous sister sleepovers if she has a nightmare? By this point she was jumping around in her car seat. Beside her sat my older brother, Noah-who complained a lot about the car ride.

     "Great, now I can finally get out of this uncomfortable seat and do my business," he said with a groan. My father sigh deeply.

     "Well you wouldn't need to go so badly if you had gotten off the phone and came into the gas station with us," he tossed Noah the keys to the house, "Now go." He quickly unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, and was off in a matter of seconds, slamming the door closed in the process. 

     "Thanks, Dad!" He quickly unlocked the front door and shot inside, leaving the door wide open. Terra just chuckled her high-pitched, sweet laugh.

     As for me, I hated the car ride, the stops, the house-the equivalent of moving. Although I had no friends there, I had my own getaway, unlike here. But I sucked up my complaints, put my headphones on, and got out of the car and got my suitcases. I didn't like that I thought it was stunning. I knew Dad had gotten a better job since she-never mind. 

     Anyway, I didn't know he had enough money to get such an upgrade from our old house, with its horrible, one story housed neighborhood. Now we had a four story mansion. Well that's a little far-fetched, but it was huge compared to what I have seen. It had two garages, an elegant front door-hidden from my view by two large, well kept apple trees. I felt a slight poke on my shoulder. I lowered my headphones.

     "You can have the first room choice, Mazie. " I nodded my head and walked up the elegantly  shaped staircase, sending a slight smile at my Dad. I don't smile often. But my Dad's kindness gave me a little bit to smile for-along with my siblings-but that's about it. 

     I couldn't find a room I liked much, so I went to the last bedroom, the attic space. It wasn't much of and attic, seeing as it had a proper staircase, but it was a considerably smaller floor. But it would work for me. It had all the things I wanted: a built-in seat under a window, a small couch, a queen sized bed with a single night stand on a risen platform against the wall, a turnable wall-mounted TV, and my own bathroom. Again-everything I needed. But I still need to add my own touch with my own little decorations. But I wouldn't do that yet, though.

    I changed from my sweatshirt and leggings into my pajamas, put my headphones and phone on my nightstand, and let darkness consume my conscious.

Word Count (In story): 528