The story of Henry Allen Jr.

Chapter 2

In Central city

Still henry's POV

B: Barry

K: Kara

H: Henry

F: Frankie

I woke up to see a big and busy city covered with way too many lights and traffic. I have never been to central city before, the last time being when I was an year old (when I left the city for good). I never thought I would be coming back here. The truth is I have never gone anywhere out of swell view in the last 11 years.

We stopped in front of a tall building of about 50 stories.

B: we are here.....my dad said excited.

K: what is wrong honey?....my mom asks me seeing my puzzled expression.

H: nothing.....where is our house?....i ask.

B: this is our house hen. We live on the top floor.

H: so, we don't live in a house?.....i ask them confused.

K: yes we do baby.....we live in a loft on the top floor....she repeats what my dad said.

H: okay.

B: come on , lets go......he says opening his door but my mom stops him.

K: wait Bar.....she communicates with her eyes and I don't understand a bit because there were no actual words involved.

B: ohh...yeah....my dad says to her and turns to me sitting in the back seat.

B: uhhh Henry.

H: yes dad?......i say with a bit of hesitation because I know they are going to tell me something important.

I don't know what else they can say that can change my life more than it has already changed. I mean I never thought I would move to central city let alone for good.

B: we ....uhhhh.....want to tell you something before going in.

K: you see Henry, its just that....uhmm....you ....uhhhh....she looks at my dad.

B: you have a sister....my dad blurts out.

H: what?!?! ......I say surprised.

K: yes hen...you have a sister and her name is Frankie.

H: ohhh.....okay......was all I could say cuz I was wrong, my life could change more than it already did.

B: don't worry you are going to love her and you two will be best friends in no time.

I smile and nod my head.

H: I hope so......I mumble to myself.

K: so, come on Henry, let's go.....she comes out and opens my door. I get out and follow her.

My dad gets our luggage and we all head to the top floor – our home.

My mom opened the door and led me in.

It was a fairly big house, I mean loft. We had a nice living room, kitchen and dining area. My room, technically the guest room (because my parents were not really expecting me to come stay with them), was bigger than my room back in swell view but somehow my old room felt more cozy than this one.

Apparently my "sister's" room is next to mine but she is presently at her friend's house and will be coming home for dinner.

I went up to my room and put my clothes in the closet. It was a nice room but I missed my old room so much. Remembering my room, reminded me about my grandparents and I cried again. My mom came to check up on me.