The Wrong Misfit

Chez Moi

After we left Heathrow, we caught a taxi to the house we were moving to. Once all of our luggage was squished into the trunk of the car, we drove off and into the London traffic. I couldn't get over how the driver seat was on the other side of car. The whole ride, I had a strong grip on the seat, afraid if something was going to go wrong just after being in England for only 2 hours so far. My eyes kept wandering and  I was in complete awe of this city. Soon the buildings became smaller and smaller and the amount of cars dwindled. At first, I was a little upset that we wouldn't be living in the city like before but then again, I enjoy the quiet. We finally pulled up to a large 2-story house with a long driveway. I insisted on us getting a smaller house because all of this space is completely unnecessary but of course I was ignored.

The taxi slowed to a stop as we pulled up the large house. This is the first time we've seen it in person. Well, for me it was. I unbuckled my seatbelt as did my sister and we rushed out of the car to take it all in. I looked up and let out a deep sigh. Although I hated this new house, I had to get used to it. It's going to be my new home. My mother called my name and gestured towards the bags. I turned around and went to retrieve my things. With the help of the taxi driver,  we made got all of our bags out with one trip. Just as the taxi driver pulled off, it began to rain lightly. The first thing I did was run up the large staircase to choose my bedroom. I ran down the red wooded hall, looking into each room before my sister did. I chose the one at the end of the hall. It had double doors that led onto a small balcony which I was sure I'd enjoy. It was facing the large, green backyard with a large tree in the center.  I could get used to this view. My little sister, Raina, came up behind me and leaned against my legs.

"Hey Rain," I said, calling by her nickname. "You like the house?"

"Mhmm!" She responded excitedly. "It's really big!"

"I know." I murmured. "I wish it was smaller."

It began to pour harder so my sister and I retreated in my room.

"Do you wanna see  my room?" Raina asked.

"Of course!" I replied, taking her hand to lead me to her room.

After taking a look around the house, I took my belongings upstairs and began to unpack. I plugged up my speakers, my ipod, and played some music while I put everything away. Eventually, I was able to get the bulk of it done. The rain calmed down and the sky turned a dark shade of blue. I plopped onto my bed and looked up at my bland ceiling. I let out a deep sigh. I honestly did not want to be here. Just when shut my eyes for a moment of peace, the door bell rang.

"Can you get that for me April?" My mother asked from down the hall. I sat up, grabbed my hijab from the edge of the bed and made my way towards the door. I held the mahogany banister as I ran down the stairs. I looked through the window beside the door and tried to make out who was at the door. It was a male, about the same height as me and a woman slightly taller than him. After I had straightened myelf out, I unlocked  the door and swung it  open letting in the cool damp breeze came in as I made eye contact with the guests. The male had short, groomed hair and pale skin. He had piercing grey eyes and slightly pointed ears. He wore a dark gray jacket, gray pants, and converse. The woman standing beside him had the same features which meant they were related.

"Hello" I simply stated, looking nervously at the strangers.

"Hi" they said simultaneously.

"I'm Sim-mon." He uttered, placing his hand out for me to shake it. I shook it and quickly placed my hand at my side.

"I'm sorry. He's a little nervous. I'm his mum, Kate. We live down the street." said the woman, offering a handshake. I shook it before taking a step back.