Dancing With Lies

Moving Out

Selma looks up from what she is typing on her computer to sigh at me while I walk past her with four heavy brown boxes that I have filled with my old books from high school and middle school along with some essays I had won medals for. I head out of the rickety brown door to my car which isn't much better. My car is a blue four door 2002 Honda Civic, as I waddle out with the last of my moving boxes I almost trip. That's embarrassing. As I finish packing the boxes into my car, which looks like it was about to burst from how much stuff I shoved into it, Selma walks out with an envelope. I take this time to study her, as this may be the last time I see her for a while, my new apartment and college is in Washington D.C.
Selma, my adopted sister. Even though we were both adopted, I see her as my blood relative, she's one of the only people I have left in this wicked world. She is wearing her burgundy hijab with dark blue jeans and a long sleve ruffled brown top. Her shoes are brown loafers, size 8. She looks exhausted, there are dark bags under her blue eyes. I swear her eyes can stare into your soul and see your deepest secrets.
Selma is from Israel, she was adopted three years before I was, she was twelve at the time. She grew up during a time of war, her father killed her mother and then himself, she had been hiding in the pantry the whole time. Our adopted father Jackle found her when his troops raided their house. He adopted her a few months later. She has an olive complexion, which looks dark compared to my Ivory one. She has deep blue eyes that look like the bottom of the sea. Her hair is a dark brown almost black color, perfectly straight, she keeps it mid-back length.
My eyes are a forrest green color and my hair is a light Brown, almost a dirty blonde color. Selma is also quite small, only weighing one hundred pounds at five foot seven. She is seven inches taller than I am. I am five foot even and weigh one hundred and ten pounds. She takes pride in her religion and culture, and I support her unconditionally.
"Earth to Ezera" Selma says to me as she snaps her fingers in front of my face. Her voice is smooth, it demands attention, her accent isn't thick, but you can tell she once lived in another country that does not use English as its main language. I blink a few times processing what she had said "Yes Selma?" I reply. My voice has more of an angelic tone, quiet and not heard unless you're listening."Dad said he'll be home in ten minutes and wants you to wait until he gets here before you leave, he has a gift for you". As she says this she puts the envelope in the mail box and walks back into the house. Nothing good ever comes from Jackle giving me a gift.
His idea of gifts are a smack upside the head or a five dollar coupon for red lobster. I hear the sound of gravel and turn my head towards the end of the drive way, Jackles deep green Jeep Cherokee pulls into its usual spot near the end of the house and Jackle hops out and turns towards me. Jackle, my adopted father, served in the military for 18 years before finding a job at a local mall as security. He had honourable discharge shortly after he adopted me at the age of twelve. I was abandoned by my parents as a baby in front of a church.
Jackle is a very tall, buff man, standing at six foot three and has blonde hair with brown eyes. He can bench press five hundred and sixteen pounds exactly. Today he is wearing a navy blue t shirt with brown cargo shorts. He has on his favorite dark brown army boots. He smiles at me and pulls me in for a tight hug and kisses my cheek. Ew.
"Hey Ez, I'm glad I caught you before you left! I have a present for you". I raise my eyebrow at him "what is it?" Jackle reaches behind him, for what im assuming is his back pocket and hands me a check. I look down at it, its pure white with a gold frame around the words, written on the check is the amount of 1200 dollars.
My thoughts are cut off by Jackle "Its for three months rent for you". I look at him and then look at the check again. Wow, "Thank you Jackle, this means alot to me". I give him an awkward hug after saying this.