Chapter 1 – The Move in My Grandparents Home
I am on my way to Connecticut in a car. Leaving my old home behind in Texas has struck me hard, but I had to go live with my grandparents because of my mother. She wasn’t exactly the greatest person, and she didn’t look after me good enough. She was a drug addict, and I remember that she has been using drugs for about ten years now since I was six. She finally got caught and was arrested just a week ago. Sadly, I have no father because he died right after I was born. I consider myself to be an orphan because I hated my mother. That’s why I’m moving to Connecticut to live with my Grandparents.
My grandparents were the kindest people that you could ever meet. They would always make you feel like royalty, and they were too modest. I have a feeling that both of them are so kind because their marriage is the most perfect relationship on the face of the Earth. My grandma is the sweetest lady who loved to baby her family members, and my grandpa was a former Military leader who was also the funniest guy I’ve ever met.
I wasn’t happy that I had to move. I do admit there are some perks like how I would live with someone who actually cared about my well being, and how I didn’t have to do everything by myself. This was something that I was actually looking foreword to, but I hated to move. When someone moves, they have to start all over. That’s something I don’t like to do.
As I looked outside the car window, seeing the scenery flash by me rapidly, I noticed that clouds were forming and it was becoming darker. I figured that a storm was approaching. I wasn’t a big fan of storms and ever since I was a little kid, I was always afraid of them. This time was different because I couldn’t run and hide while the car was in motion, and I didn’t want to disturb my cousin Jeffery, who was driving.
Jeffery was a unique nineteen-year old boy. He always knew how to make me feel better. It was, also, hard for me to stay mad at him for a while because of his wide brown eyes, and his shaggy blonde hair. Those features of him always made me feel either intimidated or cheerful.
I was bored, so I tuned the station to something with a little more flavor. Once I heard Coldplay, I left it. It was a decent band with some good rhythm in their songs. I noticed that it was about four, which meant that my grandparents’ home was only about half an hour away. This pleased me because I didn’t like riding in cars that much. I usually got carsick.
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We arrived at my grandparents’ home. It looked the same as in the pictures. A big white colonial house, with a driveway leading to a garage. They weren’t the kind of people who like to own cars, but because Jeffery lived with them, they needed one. Jeffery parked the car in the driveway, and we exited the vehicle.
Jeffery informed me that it would be better if I greeted our grandparents first, then I could take all my things inside. I started to walk down the path leading to the front door of the house. I knocked three times on the door, and my grandma opened it.
“Krissy, how wonderful it is to see you, again,” my grandma welcomed me. Her smile on my face made me feel joyful. She looked so pleased to see me again, and I felt the same about her. Since the last time I saw her, her appearance didn’t change much. Actually for a sixty-five year old, she looked pretty good.
“Hello, grandma,” I responded giving her a huge hug. I was actually overjoyed to see her.
I entered the house and I saw my grandpa in his favorite armchair. Being seventy, he was in very good shape, and he looked younger than his actually age. My grandpa put on an enormous smile when he saw me. “Oh, Kristal, how have you been?” My grandpa asked me. I was a little mad that he still called me by my full name, but I would get used to him saying it soon.
I walked over to him, and gave him a hug. “I have been fine, actually. Thank you for asking.” I felt a little overjoyed to see my grandparents again.
“Krissy, you’re room is in the tower. I picked out a new bedding, and the room has been repainted for you,” my grandmother informed me.
I thanked her, and I exited the house. I headed over to the car, ignoring the path and walking on the grass. Once I was at the car, I opened the trunk of the car, and I looked at my three huge luggage bags and the medium one. I decided to make two trips because there was no possible way that I could be able to get all those bags up to my new room in one try.
I grabbed two bags and I heaved them up to my new room. When I arrived in my room, I noticed it was pretty decent sized. It was pretty spacious compared to my old room. I looked around in my room, and I saw that the color of my wall was a very pale blue. It was fine for me because it gave me a calm feeling. I liked calm.
I found that I had two desks. I was pretty sure one was a computer desk, and the other was a normal one. I had a dresser and a closet which surprised me because I barely had any room for my clothes in my old room. My bedding was pretty decent even though it was picked by my grandmother. It was plain dark blue, and stripes of light blue going across it.
I was excited to go check out my closet. I never actually had a closet before, so this was a very new thing for me. Once I opened my door to the closet, I was in shock. It was practically a walk-in closet, which overjoyed me. I guess I could be getting used to this new life. It probably would bring something good out of this.
I saw a full length mirror in my room, so I walked over to it. My brown hair went down to my chest. I noticed that my eyes were a hazel kind of color. My skin was pale. I never really liked to tan because of all the stuff I have been hearing about it. The clothes I was wearing were a loose red shirt and dark skinny jeans.
When I was done looking at myself, I decided I was going to get the other bags from the car and unpack all the clothes I had into my new dresser and closet. It took me quite a while to get everything in a proper place and make it look acceptable to me, but I did finish.
I sat on my bed and sighed. It really was a long day for me, and I was pretty tired. I wondered if I took a quick nap, would anyone notice me, but, truly, I didn’t really care. So I just lied on my bed, and I rested for a while…
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I was awoken by the ringing of my phone. I grabbed the phone to check who it was and it read ‘PRIVATE NAME, PRIVATE NUMBER.’ I hesitated, but I picked it up, anyway.
“Hello?”
“Krissy, sweetheart, it’s so nice to hear your voice again!”
I was a bit confused. I recognized the voice, but not well enough. It had to be someone I knew because I’m not sure if a stranger would just randomly do this to me. I decided not to talk until this person gave me their identity.
“Krissy, it’s me, your mom.”
I froze. Why would she call me? I didn’t even want to speak with her. Was I supposed just hang up? I didn’t know what to do, so, like last time, I didn’t speak.
“Krissy, I really want to talk to you.”
“WHY?”
“I miss you so much.”
“You should have thought about that before getting addicted to drugs.”
“I’m sorry…”
“I have to go, bye mom.”
Before she spoke another word, I quickly hung up. I didn’t like to communicate with my mother. She always put me in awkward situations.
“You were talking to your mom?” asked a familiar voice from behind that I recognized as Jeffery.
I turned to him, and I saw his arms across his chest like he was disappointed in me, or something. Did he really think that I enjoyed talking to that wretched excuse of a human being?
“Jeffery, she called me, and I didn’t even know it was her,” I defended myself. “If I would have known, I wouldn’t have picked up the phone.”
Jeffery came closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I could tell his disappointment was gone, but now he was filled with something else. Happiness.
“Wouldn’t we all try to avoid her?” Jeffery said agreeing with me. “Why don’t we go to the park, you and me?”
Jeffery and I were on the way to the Park. The air was moist, and the sky was partly cloudy. There was supposed to be a storm but it went right by the city. It was lucky for me and Jeffery because if the storm did come, we would not be able to go to the park.
The walk between Jeffery and I was filled with talk. Jeffery told me about the city, and almost everything in it. I found out there were lots of small attractions in the city. There was a theater, a mini mall, a mini golf area, a bowling alley, a park (obviously), and a used car lot. This tiny city was beginning to sound like an okay place to live.
When Jeffery and I arrived at the park, I, immediately, saw a swing set that caught my eye. It wasn’t just any old ordinary swing set. It was a tire swing. Truth be told, I have only been on a swing twice in my life. Both of those memories included my grandmother taking me to the local park back where I used to live. So, this tire swing was a real excitement to me.
I started running towards it and yelling, “Jeffery, help me swing!” I was acting like a seven year old, which is really funny because I am sixteen. Jeffery didn’t seem to mind me acting goofy. I could tell because he started to run with me towards the swing.
I had a wild guess that we were racing, so I started to run even faster than I was before. Jeffery did the same. We jumped over things in our way, and we both wanted to be the one who was first at the swing.
Lucky for me, I was the winner, but, unfortunately, I was out of breath. “I won,” I bragged.
Jeffery smiled, and patted the tire swing. “Hop on, I’ll swing you,” Jeffery said.
I did as he said, and I jumped onto the tire swing. He started to spin me around, faster and faster. I was terrified at first, but then, I realized the thrill of the tire swing. I enjoyed it very much. The wind blowing through my hair was incredible, and I couldn’t think of a time when I felt exactly like this. Amazing.
Once I was done with the swing, I told Jeffery, and he, instantly, stopped the swing from moving any longer. I hoped off the swing, and I looked around the rest of the park. It was pretty empty. It just had a basketball court, lots of benches, and many trees and bushes.
I examined the park again and I noticed that Jeffery and I weren’t the only ones in the park. I saw a boy with curly brown hair standing against a tree. He had a black shirt on with extremely tight jeans. I, also, noticed that he was alone. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I was just so curious.
The boy must have noticed me looking at him because he started to stare back at me. It was a bit awkward because it was like he was giving me an evil glare. It scared me a little bit. My mistake, I meant a lot.
I quickly turned the other way to get away from his glare. I couldn’t help, but to think who he was, and why he was staring at me that way. I know I was staring at him, also, but I was doing it in curiosity, not in a demonic kind of way. I decided that I didn’t want to stay in the park any longer, so I told Jeffery about it and he understood.
On the way home, he told me that the boarding school I was going to, which was called LAC, Learning Academy of Connecticut, started in two weeks. Wonderful. Why did it have to start so early?
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