“Well...yeah. There’s not much here, it’s...quiet, like there
s no one even living here. Not much
too really say about it.” Whatev
er it was I said, it seemed offended him for reason. I wonderwhy? I sat in the passenger
seat of his silver corvette, we didn’t talk after that
, it was silent butnot weird, and we
just didn’t really have anything to talk about. It wasn’t long before he pulled
into the driveway of a small white house about a mile outside a very small town...WHY is
EVERYTHING so...isolated here? I just don’t understand.
“Welcome to your new home. Come on, your mother’s working so she won’t be here till diner,I’ll help you get situated.” Before I could stop him he wa
s pulling my bag out of the trunk andhauled it inside. It was bigger than it looked. My room was upstairs, the one only up therebesides storage. It was descent. I mean...it had everything I needed; a dresser, closet, desk,shelving, my books, school stuff, and a nice view of the forest through my window...good forsneaking out of too I imagine. Not that I would do that! Just saying, I have paranoia sometimes,
the idea that someone could sneak into my room that way...didn’t make me feel all that well.
Claude toured me around before setting out to making something to eat, by the looks of whathe was grabbing...some buttered turkey with peanut butter...guys eat the weirdest things!Ewwwee...I went to my room so I would
throw-up my last meal watching him scarf down peanutbuttered turkey...seriously how he can eat that!?
Never thought I’d be so happy to see mom when she brought in Chinese food take
-out. I loveegg noodles, my favorite, as my mother knew of course. We ate and I went to bed, feeling fatand happy, up to my room to catch some ZZzz before my first day at my new high school...what
fun that will be. I’m so excited I can’t wait for mom to dr
ag me out of bed in the morning
“Akira! Akira...get your lazy butt out of bed!” Mom yelled as she yanked the covers off
me...ohh its cold!
“Mom! Brrrrr....cold.” I mumbled as my teeth chattered. I rapped my arms around myself as,
with a grin, she tossed the blanket on me and walked out. I swear she gets some sort of sickpleasure out of that! So MEAN...sometimes. I got up and dressed myself in dark blue jeans, alight blue loose fitted blouse with lace and brushed my hair into a long ponytail. After gettingready for the day ahead I ran downstairs for breakfast. Claude was sitting at the table eatingtoast with jam on it, mom was driving away
to work. “Does she walk long hours of something?”
...12 hour days, gone most of the time...I work night shift 4 days a week so I’ll be herewhen you get back.” He beamed, like it was s
ome sort of privilege. Whatever, I grabbed sometoast and buttered it before shoving it in my mouth. So good...my mom makes the best toastEVER, wish I could have said goodbye before she left for work. Oh well, no sense crying about it,mommy will come home eventually...I had more important issues to address, like my new...high