Aiden's POV
Hurricane Katrina never happened.
"Aiden wake the fuck up we are going to miss our flight." my sister Sareena yelled outside of my door
"Sareena Ann Mendoza" my mother scolded "Language, there are children here."
"Mom the youngest person here is Christine and shes almost seventeen, I think shes heard worse."
"Listen to your mother kids" my dad said robotically
"Aiden seriously we have to get moving or we are going to miss our flight"
"Fine I'm coming." I said as I walked out of my room
"I love it when you talk dirty" Sareena said as she walked towards her room to get ready
"Oh my god your so gross, we're siblings"
"Incest is best" Sareena said
"Put your sister to the test" her twin Selena said coming from around the corner
"If you can't keep it in your pants keep it in the family" they said together
"EW you guys are so gross" I yelled going into the bathroom
"You are so gay Aiden it's not even funny" Selena said laughing
"I think it's kinda funny" I laughed out
I looked at the damage of last nights sleep. My dark almost black brown hair was sticking out in every direction imaginable, my skin ,which was very tanned with an olive undertone from my mother being from Spain and my father being from Brazil, was red and imprinted from where I slept on my iPod, and my clothes were all messed up from tossing and turning all night.
After I got undressed I got in the shower and turned the water on the hottest setting, I loved the heat so much that's why I was dreading leaving New Orleans to go to the coldest and rainiest place in the fucking country, Washington, Seattle to be exact.
Once I felt clean I got out and dried myself off with my towel. I went to my room to pick out today's outfit. I pulled on some boxers and socks from a box of my many already packed clothes, next I looked for my favorite A.F.I. (band) shirt, and a pair of semi skinny jeans, I couldn't do the whole skin tight jeans. Once I got on all of my clothes I went to blow dry and straighten my hair. Christine was in their grabbing all her stuff and putting them into her bag.
"Hey can I use your blow drier?" I asked
"Sure here you go" she said as she handed me her blow drier.
"Thanks mine broke last week and it looks like everyone has already packed their stuff."
"Yeah I've been not wanting to pack, it just makes moving more final don't you I think"
"Defiantly" I said turning on the blow drier
"When your done just bring it to my room"
"K, it'll just take a minute or so" I said as she walked out.
Christine's room was a floor above mine but she preferred to use the bathroom down here since the twins constantly occupied the one upstairs near her room and my parents bathroom was just off limits. My family was quite well off but we didn't like to flash our wealth at people. My parents were cooks at Antoine's, a famous restaurant in the heart of the french-quarter in New Orleans, when they meet. After they got married they started a restaurant called 'Big EZ' which got really big so they opened a few more and then opened a bunch of bed and breakfast hotels which all did exceptionally well, so we were one of the richest families in western New Orleans. our house was decent size with three stories. Me and the twins had the the ground floor with only a bathroom and our three rooms, Christine's room was on the second floor with the dining room, living room, the kitchen, and the second bathroom. The top floor was occupied by my parent's room and a sound proof music room, god I hope we have a music room in our new house or else our house is going to be filled with all kinds of noise, from my guitar, Selena's singing, Sareena's bass, to Christine's violin playing.
I was done with my hair I had taken Christine's blow drier to her when I ran into my mother
"¿Mijo son usted embalaje hecho?" my mother always talked to us in Spanish
(see bottom to know what it means)
"Sí mamá hago el embalaje." I told her "¿que hora es?"
"Esto es el mediodía." she told me looking at her watch
"Gracias" I told her, she started to walk away "¿A que hora es nuestro vuelo?"
"Nuestro vuelo está en cinco."
"Gracias mamá" she nodded and walked up the stairs to her room
I walked down stairs and lied down on my bed and put on my iPod.
"Aiden wake up you have to tell the mover what to take and what not to take." Christine said shaking me awake
"Okay" she ran outside to my guess tell her movers what to do. "Okay guys everything except the boxes and the big mirror there stays." I told the movers. My family was going to rent this house out so we were leaving all our furniture there, my mother took us shopping last week to buy all new stuff for our house in Seattle and to my knowledge all that stuff was there already waiting for us. I walked out of my room so I wouldn't get in their way, when I reached the stairs I saw the clock and it said it was three thirty, we would probably be heading out in a few minutes so I went back into my room to grab my carry on bag. When I got upstairs my whole family was there doing a number of things; the twins were arguing who go the window seat, Christine was doodling on her backpack with markers, and my parents were in the kitchen making out like a couple of horny teenagers.
I sat down next to Christine "What cha doin'?" I asked
"Just doodling. How bout yourself" she said not looking up from her backpack
"Nothing just waiting to leave."
"Hey Aiden, Christine come outside with us and..." she gestured for us to come smoke with them.
We walked outside to the deck. We each liked different kinds of cigarettes so we didn't share with each other. Our parents hated us smoking but didn't do anything to stop us.
"Damn I wish we had some weed." I said letting out a huge puff of smoke
"I got some" Sareena said holding up a baggie of pot with a few blunts in the bag
"Oh my fucking god we should smoke before we go." Selena said
"Okay" she opened the bag and took out four blunts and passed them around. We lit them and started smoking, three blunts and twenty minutes later our parents came out and told us to get in the truck.
I wasn't really that high so I had to baby sit the twins who were stumbling around and laughing uncontrollably. We drove to the airport which only took about fifteen minutes. By the time we got past security and everything else it was about four forty-five and we boarded our plane and waited for the plane to take off. The girls had fallen asleep so I was left with nothing but to think of the home I was leaving and the home I would soon see. The worse thing was that I was leaving everything and everyone I ever knew. Well except my cousin Justin's family who lived in Seattle and my Aunt Emma who lived with her husband, I forgot his name, and his two kids who were about fifteen, sixteen years old in a little Indian reservation on the coast called La Push or something stupid like that.
"Mijo" my father called me
"Yeah"
"Tomorrow you and me are going to Emma's to pick up the rest of the furniture that was sent to her house before the house was done." my father some months ago had hired a construction company to build our new house and my mother had sent some of our more expensive furniture to Aunt Emma's for safe keeping.
"Okay when would we be going?"
"In the morning after I help your mother with the grocery shopping."
I nodded and put in my iPod. I was lost in my thoughts of why we had to leave the only home I had ever known; first it was my grandmother on my dad's side had died about five months ago, then my parents wanted to open some New Orleans restaurants in Seattle. Also my mother wanted me to go to a non party school. I quickly stopped thinking about that or else I knew I would be too mad to sleep, and sure enough a few moment later I was drifting off to sleep. I was woken up by the captain saying that we were beginning our descent into Seattle. A few minutes I heard the girls talking a row behind me about how exciting this was.
We walked out of the plane and into the airport and was immediately assaulted by the cold air blowing in. I sighed, I fucking hate the cold.
"Mijo hurry up" my mother called from baggage claim a few yards away "You're going to miss your bag." I quickly reached out and grabbed my Invader Zim bag with Grrr on it, and took out a hoodie I had put in there, and put it on.
We walked out and I swear I got hypothermia instantaneously it was that cold, and I hated it. We got in a cab and drove for awhile in silence, until we reached this huge house with a gate going all around it. The twins started to freak out that they couldn't believe that this was their house, I couldn't believe this was our house either, my parents weren't normally the ones to flash their wealth. My father started laughing "No, no the next one" he pointed to a more reasonable sized house that was also gated all the way around, it was three stories like our old house and like our old house this house was a light cream color. My dad paid the cab driver and we all got out.
"Bienvenido a casa" my mother said cheerfully. No home was back in Louisiana.
Spanish to English translations
Son usted embalaje hecho – Son Have you finished packing
Sí mamá hago el embalaje – Yes mom I've finished packing
Que hora es – Ahat time is it
Esto es el mediodía – It's noon
Gracias – Thank you
A que hora es nuestro vuelo – What time is our flight
Nuestro vuelo está en cinco – Our flight leaves at five
Gracias mamá – Thank you mom
Mijo - Son
Bienvenido casa - Welcome home