The next day had finally come around, Saturday morning. During the night, I had dreamt I was back home in my old town. But when I awoke and looked outside my window, my dreams were crushed.
"Why couldn't my dream be true?" I questioned myself as I gazed out the window to the street. Since it was Saturday morning, people usually weren't up and about at this hour. The only people that I could see pass by were a couple of morning joggers, some with their pets. Normally it would be like this every morning back in my old town, except you would see my group of friends hanging outside for me to come out, so we could start our Saturday adventures. Every Saturday, well almost every Saturday, we would always get together to go to the mall, or just hang in the park and do a couple of things. Of course now those days were thrown out the window the minute we moved.
I turned my attention away from the outside to the contents of my new room. The walls were plain white with nothing on them, Mom told me we could see about painting them in the future. The furniture was placed in here yesterday, my TV and my lamp, and a few boxes lining the walls that held my other belongings. I had just remembered that my mom told me that all unpacking had to be done by Sunday afternoon, so she can take all the boxes to recycling. Today was surely going to be a busy day.
Looking down, I took notice to the pajamas I was wearing, one of my dad's old oversized t-shirts, and a pair of simple dark blue shorts that I happened to grab out of my duffle last night, before changing and jumping into bed for the night. The shirt was one of my most treasured possessions I had on me, along with the pictures and little trinkets my dad had given me over the years. It had the words Jagermeister plastered on the front in a dark gray and bold, fancy kind of print. My dad had an endless supply of random t-shirts that he had collected over the years. Souveneirs from various vacations we went on, prizes from certain events, and ones he thought were humorous. Sometimes, whether in the laundry room, or having to sneak into my parent's room, I would always steal one of his shirts, mostly because I liked the design or the print on them. He didn't mind though, said he needed to get rid of most of them since they were taking up a huge amount of space in their closet.
I could feel the shorts I wore underneath the shirt start to bunch up, "Waking up with a wedgie, ugh." I pulled up the bottom of the t-shirt so I could easily relieve myself of the discomfort. They were my least favorite pair, but still adorable with the cute little animated hearts all around with little smiley faces on them. Turning my attention away from my wardrobe, I began to look for my phone to check the time. Normally, it would be sitting near the head of my bed, but it was nowhere in sight.
"Where could it have gone," I stated as I got on my knees to check under the bed. Sure enough, my phone had fell off the bed with the charger cord still attached to it. "Ugh, that's gonna make it have a short," I mumbled. I unplugged the phone and set it on my bed before weaving my phone charger through the bars of my headboard. Once I finished, I check the time,
"7:15am, is it that early?" I usually don't wake this early on weekends unless I know that I'm hanging with my friends and such. Again, those plans are no more. But, something surely pushed me to waking this morning, and I didn't know why? Soon as I uttered those last few words in my mind, I could catch a tantalizing whiff of warm maple syrup drifting into my nostrils. My mouth began to water at the strong sense, and soon I could smell others mixed in. Bacon, biscuits, eggs, steamy gooey rice, sausage and breakfast potatoes. "Mom's cooking Saturday breakfast." This would happen almost every weekend, on Saturday or Sunday, mom would whip up a huge enjoyable breakfast for us to enjoy. When my dad was still alive, it used to be just the three of us, but now it was between mom and I.
I gently closed my eyes and enjoyed the sweet aroma of the food that was soon to come. So pleasant warm, and…. Stinky!? Oh, that's me. My eyes popped open and I took a quick whiff of my underarm. Sure enough, they were ripe which signified that I needed a bath. "Man, that's bad." Quickly, I made haste to the shower to freshen up for the day. After about five minutes, I emerged from the small bathroom dressed in a simple red layered skirt with a white tshirt and a black jacket thrown over. I slipped on my blush colored slippers and quickly walked down the hall to the kitchen. When I reached the area, I was surprised to find two rabbits sitting at our table in the kitchen nook, and older female rabbit, possibly in her mid twenties, and a younger rabbit who seemed quite familiar. "I didn't know mom was inviting guests," I thought to myself as I approached my mom in the kitchen.
"Morning mom," I uttered.
"Glad to see you're up sweetie. Did you sleep well last night?" I nodded my head yes in response.
"Oh Amelia, say hello to our guests. This is Ms. Rabbit and her daughter Cream. They're our new next door neighbors."
The elder rabbit stood to give a proper greeting. "Hello dear, you can just call me Ms. Vanilla if you don't mind, all of the kids in the neighborhood call me that." She lends out a slim cream colored hand for me to shake, and I return the gesture. The youngest one had hopped down from her seat and stood close to her mother and me. I looked down to see a cheerful smile upon her muzzle. I bent down about eye level with Cream and asked, "Umm, I was wondering. Were you the same little girl I saw in the yard yesterday that ran in the house?"
"Sorry if I scared you for doing that. I was excited to see we had new neighbors, and just ran inside to tell my mother without saying anything."
"She has a habit of doing that," Vanilla replied.
Soon my mom had emerged from the kitchen with a couple of plates in town with breakfast food. "Vanilla and Cream are here to have breakfast with us. I invited them over last night after you had went to bed. Vanilla had stopped by with a pie, and that's when I asked." I emitted a simple oh.
We soon had gathered around the table to begin our meal. There were a few words exchanged; simple questions like 'where we came from', how old I was', how old Cream was', and other little things. Shortly after we finished our delicious breakfast, we began to clear the table to clean up. Mom suggested that me and Cream would go hang in my room and chat while the mothers cleaned up; have time to do grown up talk. I doubt anything they would converse about I hadn't heard before. I'm freakin 15 years old! However, I followed mom's orders and led Cream to my room down the hall.
"Your mom's pretty nice, and you're really pretty Amelia," Cream stated as we entered the door to my room. I took a seat on my bed and gestured her to do the same.
"Uhmm, thanks. But you can call me Amy. Amelia's too formal for me. Your mom's pretty nice too." I noticed Cream take in the surroundings of my room, her eyes wide in adoration.
"You have a bigger room than I do, my room is small. I wish I could have a big room like yours."
"Ah, it's nothing special right now. The walls are all blank, and there's barely any decorations. But, when I'm done unpacking, this place is gonna look pretty nice. I just wish it was my old room though." I hated to put a damper on the mood, I mean, me and Cream had just met and I didn't want to make a bad first impression.
"You miss your old home, don't you Amy?" I looked to my right, Cream had a sad disposition on her face.
"Ugh, I'm sorry if I'm acting really sappy, it's just, 'Sigh', I never wanted to come here in the first place, but I had no control over this situation at all. Mom just told us she got a good job offer that would fit better with her schedule, more money in the bank, and many other things we could do. I wasn't hearing any of it, I don't like change, I never did. But, she took the job anyway regardless of me not wanting to leave. I had to leave all of my best friends behind, my neighborhood, my school, even my dad."
"Are your parents divorced?"
"No, my dad passed away months ago due to heart failure. He was buried back in my hometown."
'Gasp' "I'm so sorry for your loss Amy." I could feel Cream's tiny arms wrap around, and her small form pressed against my right side. It came as a shock, but it felt very comforting. I absent mindedly began to rub her head to comfort her. She looked up at me with her big chocolate colored eyes.
"You know, my dad isn't with us either."She stared at the floor, her eyes half lidded as she still held onto my waist.
"What happened?"
"He was a policeman, got shot in a mass shooting in the bad part of the nieghtborhood. It was a complete accident, they said." She looked depressed, yet she didn't shed a single tear. "I happened about a year and a half ago, I was at school when it happened. Momma told me the whole thing when I got home, locked myself in my room everyday I got home so I could give myself time to cry. I cried all of my tears for him last year, so everytime I think of him, I can never cry anymore."
This time, I was the one who gathered Cream in a tender hug, I felt it was right. She really didn't have to share this with me, but I guess she could trust me. For a nine year old, she sure was handling things so maturely. We soon heard a knock on the door, and my mom popped her head in.
"Girls, it's time for Cream to go. Say goodbye Amy." We sprung from the bed and walked our way out the door and to the front of the house. Vanilla was waiting by the front door for Cream.
"It was very nice of you for inviting us Anna. Maybe next time, we can invite you two over for dinner."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea Vanilla, I look forward to it." The two mothers shared a quick hug before turning their attention to me and Cream.
"It was nice meeting you Amelia, if you like, you can come over and play with Cream this weekend? Creamie is always looking forward to spending time with new friends"
"That would be nice, I'll think about it." We each exchanged last hugs before mother and daughter retreated out of the door and to their home. Mom closed the door and locked it before turning to me.
"Looks like we still have some unpacking to do."
