I got out of the taxi. I was finally home. For the past few months I have been out-of-town, well out of the country is more like it. Several months ago my family got in a car accident.
The only ones to survive were me and my sister. Her name is Elena and is a year older than me. Elena isn't my only sibling, I also have a brother. His name is Jeremy. We are actually twins, though we don't look-alike.
After they died, I just needed a change. So I went and spent the summer in Costa Rica doing the Global Leadership Adventures. We kept in contact, but not much. There wasn't much internet service in the rainforest. I just needed some time on my own to heal.
I stood in front of my house. I knew no one was home because today was the first day of school, yet I was still scared to go inside. It just felt crazy being back here. Everything looks the same though I know it's not. I took a shaky breath and walked up to the door and unlocked it. It was as if I never left.
It all looked the same. There were only two things missing. My eyes started to water as I made my way up to my room. My room looked as if it hadn't been touched. My black sheets are made on my bed. My books are scattered across my desk and my bookshelf was still overflown.
I sat my bags on the floor and sat on my bed. I just stared at the pictures on my walls. I started to look at a picture of me, Elena, and Matt at a football game last year. I looked completely different. I had short straight brown hair with matching eyes much like Elena's and I was wearing a cheerleading uniform. I turned to my mirror. Now it is blonde and curly and I am wearing black framed glasses now. My eyes shifted back to my wall and landed on a picture of my mom.
I couldn't take it. Being in there just brought back feelings that I didn't want to deal with now so I grabbed my journal and left.