The House

I pulled up onto a street with trees bordering both sides. The last house I had seen was about one mile away. I was starting to think I had put in the wrong address when finally my system said that I had reached my destination. I stopped my car and finally looked at my new home. It was surrounded by a black gate and had a nice green lawn. The house was made of brick and had white pillars here and there. (Pic on profile) It was big. I liked it though. It seemed homely even though it was rather large.

Charlie had already arrived and was currently giving directions to the moving workers. When he saw me he gestured me to park my car in one of the big three car garages. When I had parked my car I started to take out my bags since I hadn’t brought much of my stuff; I’d decided that I would buy a new wardrobe because none of my clothes from Phoenix were appropriate for this climate; I would worry about that later though.

I followed some of the movers into the house and studied my surroundings. The house definitely met expectations. I was humble and homely. There was a living room on the left upon entrance and a winding staircase straight ahead. There was a kitchen on the right near the staircase and various other rooms scattered.

Charlie came up behind me and said “I hope you like it. I didn’t want something small or too big and the renter said it was a new and a beautiful work of architecture. It’s not too far from your school either. Just about 10-15 minutes he said.”

“That’s great Dad, but there aren’t any homes around us are there? It seemed pretty quite on my way down the street.” I answered thoughtfully.

“There aren’t a lot of houses around this part of Forks but the street does continue and there are more houses,” explained Charlie

“But there will probably be kids from your school around here somewhere, you’ll find out at your orientation soon. Speaking of which, when is it?” asked Charlie

“It’s tomorrow actually, school starts in just two weeks. I think I’ll have to go shopping for clothes, I didn’t bring much from Phoenix, sorry” I said, feeling a little ashamed.

“I was actually going to bring that up; you have to stop feeling bad about money, I got you a credit card so have fun,” said Charlie, trying to be serious but his face broke out in a grin that I responded to happily.

“Okay Dad, you have to stop getting me things because I don’t think I can handle anymore gifts for a long time,” I joked, half serious

This caused Charlie to chuckle and get back to the movers. Just as twilight came I couldn’t help but think of what would happen at tomorrow’s orientation.