When Sunday came around, my mother and I 'hopped' into her Maxima to take me to my home. The entire way there-might I mention it was a 3 hour journey- my mom decided to start a pointless conversation that ended up with either: A. Saying yes or no to every question asked (even the non y/n questions) or B. Placing Beats (a going away present) on my head and blasting my music.
Soon after doing so, I would completely K.O. in the backseat, headphones still on and music blaring. Apparently, my mom showed that she wasn't a big Linkin Park fan, when she pulled over at a stop light and practically wrestled my iPod and Beats away from me.
"What the flip Mom?" I yelled annoyed once again. She managed to keep her eyes on the road and give me a look that used to scare me half to death when I was like, seven. 10 years later and she still tries that look on me. How dare she…
"Kylie Sanchez, watch your tone. You had better not act like this at your aunts' house OR at school for that matter. Speaking of school, we're about to pass by."
She was right. The sign said: Welcome to Sweet Amoris High School. How original. The entire building was painted in different shades of blue. After passing the school, we saw Aunt Alex's house down the road. When we entered Alex's driveway, I texted Erica saying that I made it in one piece.
"Kylie! Alyssa!" she said as she tried to get this huge frilly dress through that toy car sized door. Finally she gave up and told us to come inside.
"I thought you would never ask." I muttered quickly, grabbing as many suitcases as I could handle. Aunt Alexandra pointed me to my bedroom which-conveniently- was on the second floor, so that she and my mom could discuss paperwork and crap. I slowly and steadily carried my belongings up the staircase hoping that everything was still intact. When I reached my new room the door was ajar, but having both hands, arms, and my mouth full, the only thing I had left was my feet. I kicked the door completely open and dropped my entire luggage on my bed.
I looked around and made a mental checklist. A normal bed, check. Dresser, check. Closet, also a check. There was another set of doors parallel to my bed. A lock was on it, but I managed to twist it open and slowly look inside. Or should I say outside. The doors led to a small balcony that looked over the houses nearby and the park in our backyard.
Below me I heard a shill voice of a girl and a slightly deep voice followed. Looking down, I saw a blonde girl and boy and automatically assumed that they knew each other. The long haired girl was sitting in a lawn chair while the boy of about 17 helped an elderly lady plant some 'baby' flowers in her garden. The boy said something quietly and the girl groans in frustration, gingerly picking up a bag of dirt, throwing it next to the guy. He wiped away a bead of sweat from his eyebrow and got up from his kneeling position. Suddenly, he looked in the direction of the house with a perplexed expression then observed the house itself slowly coming to the balcony. But before we could make eye contact I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders pulling me backward.
"Kylie, what are you doing?" my mom asked closing the doors to the balcony. I could only catch a glimpse of his face, but the thing that stood out most was his eyes. Pure gold color. Hopefully he saw something that would stick in his mind. Touching my long sky blue hair I realized I had a chance of that wish coming true.
"Nothing mom. Just looking around."
