My name…that's a lame beginning, well might as well stick with tradition, right. I'm Leila Farr, pronounced Lee la. Some people call me Lee for short, I don't know why, my name is already short. Ok so I lived in Ipswich all my life until my 8th grade year when my parents decided to get a divorce. Sucks I know, so I moved with my mom to Grand Junction Colorado. It's a city sort of, it's not as big as Denver or anything. But it's nice and warm in the summer.
Ok so my mom had recently gotten married to her boyfriend for four years, you think he would have popped the question earlier. But whatever, so his name is Tim and he's an alright guy. I don't hate him or anything, he's nice caring, loves my mom, so what more do I have to ask for. Nothing. But on the other hand my dad wants me to live with him again. Says he has both feet on the ground again. What ever that means. So I decided that since it's my last year of high school and all the really nice colleges are on the other side of the Appalachian Mountains. So I'm coming back. Joy.
My favorite car in the world is my Hummer H1. So what if it's old, it's great off road. Which is one of my favorite pass times, but anyways if I could take it everywhere I would, like that one thing you couldn't leave home with out yeah that my car…and my ipod. So I packed everything up and drove all the way over to my dad's house. That was the only way I could take my car. So I saved up enough summer job, babysitting, birthday money to cover the gas, hotel/motel and food costs.
Let me tell you driving across the country is not all peaches and cream, if I could…ok I'm not very violent…only when it calls for it but I could literally kill a few people. Like the ones that run stop lights and stop signs. Like they couldn't take three extra seconds or a minute tops to stop. I would like to grow old thank you.
As I pulled into the small town of Ipswich it was raining and gloomy. Great. My favorite weather…not. I drove through the one of few main streets of Ipswich, I pasted Nicky's. I smiled to myself, remembering when I was in 8th grade that I couldn't wait to go to Nicky's. I
shook my head, I drove for 15 more minutes and most of the landscape was scenery. I found a drive that was so hidden by the over growth of the bushes and trees that you would have to know where you were going or you would miss it all together. As I headed down the drive way I saw the dirt road that led to the flats next to coast. That would be a great place to drive. I put my car in park and turned it off. I sat there for a minute or two just taking in my surroundings.
Nothing had changed. Mom's favorite tree was still by the front door, blooming pink flowers, with its white painted shiplap sides and blue shutters and the lawn was nicely kept. By the way the drive looked you would expect to come up to a nice post card colonel house. I got out of my hummer and walked up the steps. This was it, no going back now.