Chapter One
There were two people waiting outside the gate; a woman and a boy. They looked like mother and son. Could this be them?
"Sienna?" She asked. I nodded and came forward. "Oh to see you grown up!" She said and threw her arms around me. I was taken aback but the boy mimed hugging so I complied. When she pulled back she looked at me over again. "Well, the last time I saw you was when you were still in diapers." She beamed at me. I smiled shyly back.
"Mom," The boy said and touched his mother's shoulder. "I think we need to get to baggage claim before the rush gets there." He said.
"Oh, dearie, why don't you go ahead. I want to catch up with Sienna." He sighed and left, leaving me with a stranger who probably knew everything about me. "So how has it been? How's your mom and dad?" She asked. My smile fell from my face. My father was a sore subject with me. He disappeared a couple years back. Evidently mom didn't share this fact with her so called best friend.
She caught on quick. "Sorry dear, what happened?" She asked as moved passed the small clumps of people.
My silence must have been enough for her because she dropped the conversation. We met her son at baggage claim. He already had my bags.
"How did you-?" I asked. How the hell did he know?
"Your back pack matched these, so I took a wild guess. Turns out I guessed right." He smiled feebly. I gave him the best smile I could muster which made him more relaxed.
"Well kids, let's get to the car." She said. She took one of my three suitcases. I moved to get one of them but her son took both.
"Thanks." I smiled at him, this time I could actually do it without forcing.
He smiled, nodded, then gestured that I should go first. I walked ahead of him, trailing behind his mother. Once we finally got to this beat up little car she stopped. I looked at it, wanting to make a comment but didn't. Her and her son loaded everything in and her son tried offering me the front seat.
"You can sit in front, I don't mind." I opened the back and got in. He gave me a look before walking over to the other side of the car and getting in the back with me. I gave him a look.
"Mother would kill me if I sat in the front and you didn't." He said with a tiny little laugh. I giggled too. It felt nice not having to seem all uptight. The drive to their house was pretty uneventful. I saw a couple of trees, houses, and buildings but other than that I stared at the headrest. There was an awkward silence but when we got to their house it was over.
"Honey, could you get the bags and take them to her room for me?" She told the boy who hopped out and managed to get all the bags in the house super quickly. I entered the house slower than Linda. It was small but beautiful. I stepped inside the living room and smiled at the smell. It was a smell that I could call home. Like fresh pastries.
"Honey, let's get you to your room." Linda said and took me to the room. It was small and empty, so as she put it, I could make it my own. The only thing there that seemed a bit out of place was a picture. I waited till she left to find out what it was.
It was a picture of my mom, dad, and me. I was about five and we all looked happy. I sat down on my bed and clutched the frame to my chest. I wished things could go back to the way they were. A couple of tears spilled out of my eyes. I drew the curtains closed and turned off the lights. I lie down on my bed and let the tears take over until I fell into a not so pleasant, but needed sleep.
Can anybody guess who the MCR boy is?