Greendale

The Greendale Greeting

"There's a lovely grocery store, you could bag there" my mom said confidently

"No thanks mom I don't think bagging groceries at 'Carrie's supermarket' will help me towards my goals" I let out In a sigh, did she really think bagging was better than going the similar route of what I wanted? I just need a break from her mouth and all the opinions that spew out of it.

Then finally a relief appeared through the trees "Mom a book shop!" I laughed in amazement. It was beautiful and spooky which was straight up my ally, I had to apply as soon as possible.

 "Really? It looks too creepy, you're not doing that" my mom huffed as we finally passed the store. I immediately let it go trying not to start an argument that was pointless, in the end I'm going to do it anyway.

            After eight long hours I pulled up to a long driveway with a wrought iron fence that seemed to be the length of a one story building and decorated like a king once lived here. When my dad got out to unlock it, it stood four extra feet over the six foot tall man and my mom sighed heavily letting me know she still wasn't happy. Once inside the gate I drove behind the trailer pulling my gem of a car onto the paved driveway.

           Once we finally drove up to the house my father jumped out of the truck and turned to us and cheered. He screamed "TA DA" and motioned at the Victorian beauty.

"Its a beauty!" I smiled as I hopped out of my moms Cadillac Coupe De Ville.

       The house was a three story navy blue and white Victorian home that was twice the size of the last house we lived in, but twice as old. As soon as I locked eyes on this amazing house I knew my mom wouldn't appreciate the charm and would to be quick to bring my dad down.

"Just unlock the door Joe" My mother rolled her eyes. he shook her off though, he was happy that I loved it.

            The porch was fully white, completely wrapped around the entire house and had banisters had been sent up to the roof of the porch in a twist shape. The house had eight windows in the front, and white accents around them giving the house an old vibe.

      Once up the front porch steps my father pulled out an old key, smiled and unlocked the old wooden door that was keeping us from a new adventure that awaited us.

"just open the damn door" my mother rolled her eyes.

         My father shook his head, smirked and opened up the barrier that kept us from our new house. The house was pitch black inside, the only light came from the two night lamps on each side of the door illuminating the front porch and my dad ran inside.

"LADIESSS....INTRODUCING THE NEWWWWW...CLAYTON FAMILYYYY HOUSEHOLDDDDDD" my dad laughs in an announcer voice and turns on the lights revealing the beautiful antique foyer. 

          The foyer had two cherry wood staircases that lead to two different ends of the house and an aged rug that laid in between the two staircases. On one side of the foyer there was kitchen and on the left there was a living room, in between the two staircases there was two doors, one lead to a bathroom and the other lead down to the basement where the washer and dryer was. 

"There's five bedrooms so you can have your pick out of the four" sighed my mom as she set down a box labeled "Living room" on the couch. "Great thing the movers got here before us, I would never sleep on these dusty floors".

"I thought there was three floors?" I turned toward my dad in confusion.

"Well the left staircase leads to the master, a bedroom and a bathroom. The right staircase leads to two bedrooms, a bathroom and the last door at the end of the hall opens up to a staircase. that staircase leads up to a giant bedroom that takes up all of that floor and has a bathroom". BINGO.

"Can I have it?!" I pleaded

"I figured you might've wanted that one soooo...I had them put your stuff up there" my dad smiled cheek to cheek. 

             I hugged my father tightly, grabbed my room boxes and rushed up the right staircase, then, the last at the end of the hall. Once I flipped the switch I was exposed to one of the biggest rooms I've ever seen in my life. The staircase was in the middle of the room leaving tons of space on each side of the room. 

            On the right side there was a bookshelf leading from the end I was standing at all the way to the other that excited the hell out of me. The left side of the wall had my dark oak wood desk right when I walked in and then at the furthest end sat my wooden rocking chair. There was a door in the middle of the left wall that lead into a bathroom with a large shower and a garden tub which made my heart flutter, to see my first personal bath room was an unreal thought. The last wall in the room had a large stunning oval window above where my two nightstands and bed lay. The room was perfect all the way down to the dimmed lighting.

"Lyds lets go! C'mon we need to finish up unpacking the truck!" yelled my dad; the sound was very muffled. Living on the third floor was perfect, no more hearing my moms long rants while cleaning the floors in the kitchen in the mornings! No more hearing my dad yell about the politics in the newspaper!

                The next few hours were pain intaking, picking up and loading boxes from the truck to, the furthest, on the third floor. It was now almost eleven and my mom had called it quits almost two hours before that, just my dad, me, couple of boxes and lots of unpacking to do. I tended to unpacking for the living room while my father speed unpacked the kitchen. I took my time, strategically placing décor and throw blankets in the living space while my dad threw everything on shelves, risking a riot from my mom in the morning.

"Lyds I'm tapping out" My dad said in a huge yawn.

"Alright dad get some rest, I just wanna finish up these last few things" I smiled back as he walked past the living room to the stairs. 

             After I finished the living room up I decided to get rid of the clutter of boxes and throw them in the back of the truck. When I opened the front door I was exposed to an animal, a black cat at my feet. Man if this neighborhood wasn't creepy enough now there's a black cat greeting at our front door. The cat started meowing.

"Are you lost little fellow!" I leaned down to pet the cat.

          Once I pet the cat I turned around to look at the time "You're out here at almost-midnight!" but when I turned around the feline was gone.

"Weird neighborhood" I threw the boxes in the truck and called it a night.