The Legend Lives On

Chapter One

Chapter One

"This house has been around for centuries, you know. It is very stable nevertheless, and we've had yet to hear a complaint about it. Many families seem to be fond of it." The saleswomen shrugged her shoulders, settling her case and letting my family come inside to look around.

I followed my parents and stepped inside the toasty warm house out of the winter snow. Sighing, I continued in to get a glimpse at the feeling of living in the curious house.

I came up the stairs, and each step made the building feel more like home. It was similarly set, except the rooms were much bigger.

I peeked inside a bedroom with a king sized bed already sitting in the middle of the room. I figured that it must be the room my parents would want. It had its own bathroom, and a nice medium sized window to look out of. The walls were painted tan, just like their previous room.

I swayed on, and made my way into the next bedroom. This room was pretty big in size, but the reason was clear when I saw the three beds next to each other. This room had a window too; it was large and wide enough to stand in between. There was also a drawer case for underwear and socks to be held in nearby.

I exhaled, slowly walking up to the window. I pushed it open and peered down at the city. It made me realize how beautiful Kensington Gardens was. It was so close to Great Bentley, that it looked as though it was a close star.

A wind blew my hair away from my face, which was gaping at the beauty of the view. I heard a faint sound of a tiny bell-like twinkle, and glanced around to search for it. There was one corner; empty. The other had a small hummingbird nesting on it. I saw the streets below, and there was a man ringing a bell for donations for a childrens hospital. I figured that it must be coming from him.

I stepped back inside the house, and closed the window to make sure of no accidental falls.

"This room is pretty." I heard my mom compliment as they all came inside to join me.

My dad nodded his head in agreement to her statement. "It looks like the perfect size for our room, Hun."

I lowered my head and my eyes drooped in disappointment. This room felt like mine to me already. "But mother is afraid of heights, dad. The window will have her paranoid."

He walked over to the window, and traced his fingers on the edge of the frame. "Curtains will fix that problem nicely."

My mother smiled and joined my dad in front of it. "And a screen should make it safer, dear."

I sighed, knitting my hands together as they hung in front of me. I really wanted this room. It felt perfect for me, and my dog Blue could have a corner to sleep in.

"I kind of wanted this room, mom. I like the window, and the size is just right for Blue and I."

My father crossed his arms, and tried to ignore the fact that I mentioned Blue. He isn't very fond of him because he makes a lot of messy mistakes, but I love my dog and nothing he did or said could change how I feel.

I saw my mom in deep thought, and I hoped she was considering letting me have this room. Her mouth opened in an 'ah' when she decided on what she was thinking. "I'm considering baby blue colored curtains. What do you think, hun?"

I knew it was too good to be true. She never listens to what I'm saying, so why would she now, I thought.

The sales lady noticed my concern, and began to speak. "This room is favored a lot by the children, possibly because of the space. I don't think there has ever been a family that hasn't had their children in this room."

I smiled at the lady for helping my case, and hoped my mother had heard. She put her fingers on her lips, and examined the room.

"I wouldn't want to break a streak..." She trailed off, and continued to slowly pace the room. Mother dropped her hands to her sides, her face softened. "Well, the only thing going for this room is the size, and it isn't much bigger...So I guess we could leave it to you, Shae."

My grin grew, and I knew it was the right decision. The move would be hard, but I could use an upside to it.

My father is a history teacher for college, and he was greatly wanted at the newly built college here. So this meant that we had to move from our home in another city of London to Kensington.

I was upset about our move, but I didn't really have anything tying me to my old home. I had little friends, and I didn't love my house. With this house although, I think I might like it.

For mother, she is happy as long as we are living fine. I had begun to believe that she only married my dad for his wealth, but I couldn't judge without knowing for sure.

I heard voices downstairs, and realized that I must have zoned out while they continued. I did't mind, and I doubt they did.

"Shaelynn! It's time to leave!" My mothers voice echoed through the house from below.

Before leaving, I took one last glance at the room, just in case we didn't decide to buy it. Just in case mother didn't like it, is what I should say.

I came downstairs, taking in the house's scent, and my family and I stepped out to the chilling snowfall. The sound of our shoes stepping on the stones was all I heard, besides the man shaking his bell for donations. It didn't quite sound the same as at the window, but maybe that was because it was closer now.

I hugged myself to keep warm in my sweater, and hurried to the car. We sat inside and shut the doors fast. My father started the car so that the heater came on. The radio blasted, as my mum was quick to twist it lower. It was only playing a commercial ad for 2012 Christmas toys, so I didn't mind.

As we drove, I decided to ask them on their decision. "So are we buying it? I'd love it."

Father nodded his head, not taking his eyes from the road. "I think it's the perfect house for us. At least while we're here."

I clasped my hands together in excitement, knowing that we could finally stop visiting all of these houses. We had finally picked a house for us, and I was glad about the choice.

A new house would guarantee a new life. I always wished for a life like my dreams, or like in my stories I wrote, and I hoped it would come true.
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