Second Chances

Three

On the side is Chrishell Stubbs as Alexandria Rose Elric! 

         I eagerly whipped open the car door, a warm wind greeting me. My long tanned legs untwisted and I let out a long yawn. I was relieved to be able to finally move around without limited space. I heard the pop of the trunk opening behind me. Adam stood by the trunk, twirling his car keys around his finger and his eyes focused on the well known structure of our house.

          My hands gripped my bright red adidas duffel bag and my backpack. I trudged my way through to the front door, fishing out the house keys from my pocket. Unlocking the door in a hurry, I was not prepared to be greeted with the sight of our house.

        Everything was the same. Literally nothing had changed over the years we've been gone, I knew that we've been renting out our place to various people while we were gone, but surely, at least one thing had to have been changed or replaced. The black leather couches were still pushed up against the wall in the living room, even pictures of our family were still hung.

        The kitchen table placed in the dining room still had the red cloth draped over it and the chalkboard was still up on the wall behind it. Even the curtains were still the same creamy colored ones.

        Not only did the place look the same, it was oddly really clean. No signs of dirt, not even in the corner. No dust had gathered on the TV screen, the games and the disney vcr's were still lined up on the same lower shelf in the living room.

        I trailed out of the kitchen, past the living room, and up the stairs to my bedroom. My room was the last one, at the end of the hall. I hauled my suitcase along with me and dropping it loudly by my feet. I pushed open the white-painted door open, and just like the rest of the house, my  room hadn't changed at all.

        My walls are painted a shade of light lavender,  a dark purple duvet tucked on my bed even matched the walls. The curtains on my window were a see through white, letting in the bright light. My double-sized bed was still perched in the right corner of the room, facing my tall brown shelve that was pretty much empty. My white desk is still up against the wall by my mirrored closet on the opposite side of the room.

        I walked over to my window and pushed it open, letting in a breeze to get rid of the stuffiness, than I toss my  duffel bag onto my bed, watching it lightly bounce. I unzip the top and pull out  my basic make up bag out. Because of how tired and lazy I am,  I place it on my bookshelf when it should be in the bathroom. But something catches my eye as I place the make up bag on a shelf. A framed picture.

      Of twelve year old me and the one and only twelve year old Jonah Turow swimming together in a pool, a shocked expression written across my face as Jonah splashes me. He grins  mischievously at his success. I note how soft his eyes look and the blanket of freckles under his blue eyes.  

        I let out a small sigh when I remember the friendship I had with Jonah, he was the only best friend I really had. I hear slamming of a car door and chatter. I peel my eyes away from the photo of us and strain my ears to hear the conversation that are obviously being held between two woman.

        Making sure to place the photo face-down on the shelf, so I can't be reminded of what I had left behind and how much I had lost. I cross the space between my shelf and the window quickly and peer out through my window that overlooks the front yard. Except when I look, it's just my mom carrying groceries inside and my dad just getting out of the car.

        I raise my eyebrow and look for another woman that the voice could have belonged to, but there's nobody except a lady walking down their driveway across from ours. I squint my eyes to help get a better look at her but the shade given by the tall oak trees cover her.