Chapter One- A New Home
"Keira!" I heard someone say my name and looked in the direction
of the shout. There he was.
"There you are," Michael said as he caught up to me. "Let's get your bags, the
claim is over there." He stated and led me to the
baggage claim. I had two bags; one large one filled with clothes, another with books,
CDs, and a CD player. I took them both off the conveyer belt and handed the one with
clothes to Michael to carry for me. He led me outside to the parking lot. Warm weather,
I noted gratefully. He popped the trunk of the red Corvette and told me to put my bags
in it. I did. Then we got in the car. I found out that his mom's old boyfriend had put her
name in his will as the sole beneficiary of all his belongings, so that she got his car, money,
house-everything. She gave Michael the car. "So, how've you been?" He asked.
"Okay, I guess, my parents have been shipping me around all summer. I've always
wanted to be to the West Coast, though, so I guess this is nice. I think they really
want me to go to college when I graduate." I replied, summing everything up. I reached out
and switched the radio on. Some dumb pop song was on. I looked at Michael and asked
if I could switch the channel. He said I was welcome to. I finally found a station that I
liked. It had a song by Metallica on.
"We'll be there in a minute." Michael said to me, glancing over to see What I was
doing. I was leaning my head back, exposing my neck, and quietly singing along to the
song: Fade To Black. He smiled to himself and turned the music up, glancing over to see
my reaction. I gave him a smile then moved my hands, pretending to play a guitar.
"Do you play guitar?" He asked, raising his
voice over the music.
"Yeah, but I could never get my mom and dad to buy me one. My one friend,
Damon, has one and lets me play it. He taught me."
I said to him, answering his question.
"Well, here we are." Michael said, pulling up to a cabin-like house. He got out
and picked up my suitcases, struggling a bit with the one with my CDs and books and
CD player. I got my backpack and coat out, following
Michael into the house. "Mom, We're here!" he shouted as we entered. I heard a few
pairs of feet stampeding down the stairs. One of the pairs belonged to my other
cousin, Sam and another belonged to my Aunt Lucy. I didn't recognize the other two
people that were there. I received a hug from Aunt Lucy and an hi-five from Sam,
who also introduced his two friends, whose names happened to be Edgar and Allen Frog.
"Well, I'll show you to your room." Aunt Lucy said and headed up the stairs,
followed by Michael and I. They said the only room they had that wasn't occupied
was one in the basement, because the first guest room was occupied by the Frog Brothers.
I noticed that Sam, Edgar and Allen looked a little nervous when Lucy said this.
Sam rushed ahead and went downstairs,
claiming to get cobwebs out of the way. I faintly heard him saying something, and then he
came back upstairs, feet pounding
loudly on the floorboards.When he emerged from the basement, he was covered in
spiderwebs, making his story believable.
"Well, here it is. Not much, but it's the last room." Lucy explained as she opened the door
to one of the basement's sub-rooms.
"It's great. Really. It is." I said, reassuring her. I put my backpack on the floor, Michael
gently dropped my other suitcases, a grateful expression on his face. The room was perfect: dark,
large and suprisingly bereft of `creepy-crawlies'.
"Well, I'll leave you to get unpacked." Lucy said to me. "And I'll bring you some food, what
do you like to eat?"
"Ummm... whatever you have that dosent have any cheese." I replied
politley. Aunt Lucy walked out of the room, muttering something about "no cheese?"
"Keira!" I heard someone say my name and looked in the direction
of the shout. There he was.
"There you are," Michael said as he caught up to me. "Let's get your bags, the
claim is over there." He stated and led me to the
baggage claim. I had two bags; one large one filled with clothes, another with books,
CDs, and a CD player. I took them both off the conveyer belt and handed the one with
clothes to Michael to carry for me. He led me outside to the parking lot. Warm weather,
I noted gratefully. He popped the trunk of the red Corvette and told me to put my bags
in it. I did. Then we got in the car. I found out that his mom's old boyfriend had put her
name in his will as the sole beneficiary of all his belongings, so that she got his car, money,
house-everything. She gave Michael the car. "So, how've you been?" He asked.
"Okay, I guess, my parents have been shipping me around all summer. I've always
wanted to be to the West Coast, though, so I guess this is nice. I think they really
want me to go to college when I graduate." I replied, summing everything up. I reached out
and switched the radio on. Some dumb pop song was on. I looked at Michael and asked
if I could switch the channel. He said I was welcome to. I finally found a station that I
liked. It had a song by Metallica on.
"We'll be there in a minute." Michael said to me, glancing over to see What I was
doing. I was leaning my head back, exposing my neck, and quietly singing along to the
song: Fade To Black. He smiled to himself and turned the music up, glancing over to see
my reaction. I gave him a smile then moved my hands, pretending to play a guitar.
"Do you play guitar?" He asked, raising his
voice over the music.
"Yeah, but I could never get my mom and dad to buy me one. My one friend,
Damon, has one and lets me play it. He taught me."
I said to him, answering his question.
"Well, here we are." Michael said, pulling up to a cabin-like house. He got out
and picked up my suitcases, struggling a bit with the one with my CDs and books and
CD player. I got my backpack and coat out, following
Michael into the house. "Mom, We're here!" he shouted as we entered. I heard a few
pairs of feet stampeding down the stairs. One of the pairs belonged to my other
cousin, Sam and another belonged to my Aunt Lucy. I didn't recognize the other two
people that were there. I received a hug from Aunt Lucy and an hi-five from Sam,
who also introduced his two friends, whose names happened to be Edgar and Allen Frog.
"Well, I'll show you to your room." Aunt Lucy said and headed up the stairs,
followed by Michael and I. They said the only room they had that wasn't occupied
was one in the basement, because the first guest room was occupied by the Frog Brothers.
I noticed that Sam, Edgar and Allen looked a little nervous when Lucy said this.
Sam rushed ahead and went downstairs,
claiming to get cobwebs out of the way. I faintly heard him saying something, and then he
came back upstairs, feet pounding
loudly on the floorboards.When he emerged from the basement, he was covered in
spiderwebs, making his story believable.
"Well, here it is. Not much, but it's the last room." Lucy explained as she opened the door
to one of the basement's sub-rooms.
"It's great. Really. It is." I said, reassuring her. I put my backpack on the floor, Michael
gently dropped my other suitcases, a grateful expression on his face. The room was perfect: dark,
large and suprisingly bereft of `creepy-crawlies'.
"Well, I'll leave you to get unpacked." Lucy said to me. "And I'll bring you some food, what
do you like to eat?"
"Ummm... whatever you have that dosent have any cheese." I replied
politley. Aunt Lucy walked out of the room, muttering something about "no cheese?"