Wait for Me?

Beginings (1)

To seven year old Haylee, nothing was scarier than moving. She watched as her entire life was put into a truck. The only thing with her was a stuffed cat named Allie. She got into her parents car and got ready to take the long journey to her new home. New York did sound pretty cool, but she lived in Tennessee.
Haylee watched as the trees rolled by. 7, 8, 9....... she began to lose count again. Long car rides were boring. Why couldn't they have one of those cool cars with a T.V. in it or something? She drifted off to sleep.
The car stopped with a jolt. Haylee looked around to see. They were in a neighborhood, parked in front of a cute white house. "Is this our new home?" She asked. Her mother responded with a nod, opening the car door and signaling for her to go inside and check it out.
"You can chose which of these two bedrooms you want. There will be one guest room for when family comes over." She looked at the rooms, finally deciding on the one to the left that had a big window with a seat. "The neighbors can come help us paint it, they are old friends of ours. Do you want to go to Lowe's and pick out a color?" Her mother asked. She squealed and jumped up and down, running to the car.
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   There was an audible pop as the paint can opened, revealing the shade of yellow Haylee had chosen for her room. They gave her a roller and sent her to work. The paint seemed to land anywhere but on the wall, on her clothes, in her honey colored hair, on her pale skin, her father chuckled after taking one look at the work she had already done. They were almost halfway through the first coat when help arrived. The plastic covering the floor crinkled under the neighbors' feet as they walked in the room. There were four of them: two adults, one baby, and one very annoyed looking boy. He was about a foot taller than her and had brown hair and blue eyes. Haylee had always wanted blue eyes like those, instead hers were a plain brown. It looked like his parents gave him a nudge and he stepped up to introduce himself.
   "My name is Braden." He stuck his hand out to her. She took it and offered her introduction in return.
   "My name is Haylee, spelled H-A-Y-L-E-E." He scoffed at her giving the spelling. "I think we are going to be friends." He rolled his eyes.
   "I think not. I'm 10 and you are 5." He said, earning a scowl from his parents.
   "I'm 7, and three years can't make that much of a difference." She said getting raised eyebrows at her quick math skills. But, she would later realize that four years can make all the difference.