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Starting Over

Chapter 1: Welcome to Niceland

"Niceland, population 300," said a voice. A young woman at least 27 sat in her camouflage jeep stared at the massive billboard. The billboard showed a massive sun with green trees and wildflowers. A young woman was holding a baby standing next to a man a year or two older. Obviously this was a picture of a husband and wife and child. In the background was a park with other happy children and their parents. Dogs playing with their owners and everyone looking happy, in white paint were the words: Niceland, where anything is possible.

A tear fell from her face as she whispered, "I sure hope that is true". Putting her jeep back in drive she drove past the sign and entered the town. The wind blew through her short blonde hair. She looked at the houses made of pure brick and saw families that looked like the people on the bill board. A kid on a skate board walking his dog and in the front yard was two little girls playing tea party. Some folks saw the new arrival but just looked the other way. Either they didn't want to seem rude or look curious. The woman ignored their curious faces and came to a small house.

A woman with a stout figure and pretty features stood before the house. Wearing a sharp black suit and had her hair pulled back in a bun. Her skin looked rough but she had a nice smile. The woman had big brown eyes with glasses that made them look bigger. The jeep pulled into the drive and the other woman got out. Some men from afar stopped dead in their tracks. With good reasons for the business woman smiled a knowing smile. Stepping out of the jeep was a woman at least 27 with short blonde hair that her bangs covered her eyes barely. Speaking of her eyes they were icy blue and had some small dimples on her cheeks. Now her body was well built and looked athletic. The woman was about six foot wearing a white tank top and tight blue jeans completing her hips and legs. Black boots not high heeled but had a flat heel.

"Ah good right on time, hello my name is Mrs. Blaine, Emma Blaine," the stout woman said shaking the other woman's hand.

"Please to meet you," the woman said.

"Okay I know we talked over the phone Ms. um Calhoun right?" Mrs., Blaine asked.

"Yes, ma'am Tamora Calhoun," the woman said gently but firmly.

"Okay, now I already have the papers we just need to look over the house and if you still like it just sign and the house is yours," she said. Tamora saw the outside of her new house. It was a one story with a solid roof. Had white brick with black outlines around the windows, the grass needed trimming but she could take care of that. The door was a dark gray color and had an old fashioned door knocker that resembled a gargoyle. Now the walkway was pure cement as was the steps. Her new mailbox was black and on the right corner or her house was the number 122.

"Okay," Tamora said. They walked into the house and the inside was nice. The kitchen was small with a gray sink and white counter tops. The fridge was white too and clean. Her cabinets were made from wood and in the back of the kitchen was a washing room. It had a gray washer, and dryer with a shelf above them; to make room for towels or detergents.

"The washer and dryer work perfectly and the cabinets are made from real wood. All appliance are up to code, and spacey enough for a single girl. Now the living room," said Mrs. Blaine. The living room was painted a deep brown that looked like honey. A ceiling fan was on the ceiling and the floor was made of a lighter brown wood. Tamora tapped the floor and it was solid. "Big enough for a big screen and maybe to have a special fellow over," Mrs. Blaine said winking. Tamora remained silent and the tour continued. The bathroom was painted a light silver and a small bath tub with a shower. Her sink was pearly white with a round mirror that had a swirly decision around it.

"I think I seen enough it is everything you described I want it," Tamora noticed. She paid in cash and Mrs. Blaine smiled.

"So, glad you decided to move to Niceland it is really a perfect place for new beginnings and fresh starts," Mrs. Blaine. A honking noise came telling Tamora that the movers were here. She signed the last bit of paperwork and walked Mrs. Blaine out the door. "Oh before I forget, in case anything breaks down I know this guy who is a master of fixing things. If he fixes something it will stay fixed," she said handing Tamora a card. She looked at the card and read out loud what is said.

"Felix Fix-it, if it breaks I can fix-it," she said. "Is that really his name?" she asked laughing.

"I know it sounds silly but yes that is his name. Felix is a really nice guy, well enjoy your house and call if you need anything," Mrs. Blaine said. Tamora nodded and watched as Mrs. Blaine got in her car and drove away. The movers came in and moved her furniture which wasn't much. A small coffee table, a cabinet for her clothes, a bed, and her TV, and her computer desk. Her TV wasn't a big screen but big enough for her. On the far right she sat up her computer and told the men to place her bed by the window. And her cabinet was placed by the closet. Her boxes were placed in the living room and soon the truck was empty. She paid them and they left her alone to unpack.

Tamora began making a list of things she needed. She was a plan a head type of person and already stacked up on dish soap, detergent, toilet paper and other necessities. Still she would have to go grocery store shopping tomorrow. Still she unpacked her things starting with her clothes. The first piece of clothing was mainly her shirts which ranged from blue to black tank tops. Some had sleeves but not many. Her jeans went in the cabinet. Finally her hands touched her old army uniform. A frown formed for she was 18 fresh out of high school and joined the army and did her service and quit when she was 26. She placed her uniform in the back of her closet. The second item made her hands tremble.

It was a white wedding dress, it was a simple design and it would still fit her. Tears flowed from her eyes as she placed the dress with her uniform. She began hanging up her medals from her days in the army, feeling a bit better till she found it. It was her being in the arms of a man a few inches taller than her. He was built with brown hair and eyes. His skin was a light peach but had a kind smile. The man was holding her in a protective embrace and she had her arms around his neck. She wore the happiest smile as her head rested on his chest.

Tamora again felt her tears and hid the picture in the closet. She went into her bathroom placing her stuff beneath the cabinet, trying to forget about him. In the living room was a picture of her parents. Her mother had blonde hair but longer with green eyes. Had dimples and a sweet smile, and her father had blue eyes but black hair with a built figure. He too was a soldier for being in the army ran in Tamora's family. Sadly to say he died when she was just a baby. Then when she turned 18 her mother died from cancer when she was 20. She had no other relatives and it saddened her but now she had a chance to start over.

A rumbling noise in her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten since this afternoon. "Let's see if they have any good places to eat," she said. Her paranoia of her days in the army made her take a gun with her. It was licensed of course and she hid it under her coat. Where it wouldn't scare people but she could draw it out real quick if need be. But her training would be enough to fend off any attacker. Instead of driving her jeep she began to walk down the street. The sun was about to seezz and it did look quite beautiful. Just then she smelled a wonderful smell of hamburgers and fries. "Wow, who would have thought hamburgers would smell so good," she said. Taking a look at the place the smell came from. It was a wooden building that looked like a barn. Windows that looked like triangles and flowers were growing near the windows closer to the doors. The doors looked like bar doors from the old west movies, but did close completely. Tamora saw in neon blue lights the name of the place. "Fix-It Ranch Restaurant, well this place looks interesting let's see if their hamburgers taste as good as they smell," she said and walked into the restaurant.

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