Miss Tina showed us around the house and pointed out which parts were Dads' and I's. It was rather small, only a kitchen plus two rooms and one parlor. Mr. Berwald said we could hang out in any part of the house we wanted(besides the other renters), inside or out, and that I was welcome to play with Peter whenever I wanted.
The way he said that was like he was an object. Hmm. Maybe they thought I just wanted to play dress up with him or something silly like that.
Once they felt like they adequately showed us around, I immediately ran back to my room(it did take me awhile to find it again, though!), still carrying the box of stuff from the car. I set it down by the foot of my bed, and then began to inspect my new room!
It wasn't as big as my old room, but I hadn't expected it to be the same size or bigger. The blue paint on the walls was fading, and dirty, rather like the exterior of the house. There were a couple of shelves built into the wall, where I'd be placing my pictures and stuffed animals-except for my stuffed bear- later.
And that was it, besides a wicker chair right next to my bed. There was no other furniture yet. It would be coming with the moving van in the morning. At least I didn't bring my clothes with me! (In fact, they were still in the dresser..which was with the moving van, of course.)
Wowie, my room was boring. At least for now. But there wasn't really anything I could do to fix it, for now. Maybe outside there'd be something interesting. I knew there was a garden. I was pretty sure Peter was still out there, and maybe I could go talk to him too!
Turns out, the garden really wasn't much to look at. I only avoided stomping on the ugly flowers because I felt sorry that they hadn't been watered in, like, fifty years. Maybe not fifty years. More like fifty centuries.
The one thing I did find interesting about the garden, however, were the winding paths in it, almost like a maze. I wondered if I were to see it from above if it would make a certain shape or picture or something neat-o like that.
Of course, Peter was nowhere to be seen. I checked around the garden for him, but he didn't appear to be playing outside anymore. However, his little dog was tied up to a tree. Her beady black eyes stared at me, and were practically begging me to pet her. I immediately trotted to her and plopped down on the lifeless grass.
"Hey there, doggie," I reached my hand out to her so she could sniff me before I started petting her. "My name's Amelia. Amelia Jones. What's yours?" I halfheartedly asked the poor thing. The only response I received from her was a "woof".
Pffffff. I hoped I'd meet some kids my age sometime soon.