"'Morning Cass." Jessie announced brightly. "I was just going over to the
neighbours for a minute. You should come with me."
"Okay" I said dully.
By neighbours, I discovered, Jess meant those to the right, since the house is placed on the corner of an intersection. The neighbour's place was as ancient as my sister's, but it appeared to be a lot tidier. Unlike Jessie's front lawn, they had very neatly timed lawn and unlike Jessie's exterior walls, their paint was not peeling. Their porch was old, but like everything else, it was neat and tidy.
To my surprise, when we walked up to the door, my sister did not bother knocking but simply walked in. "How strange" I thought, "Didn't Americans lock their doors?" "Anyone awake yet?" Jessie yelled into the living room. "Yeah, in here." Boomed a male voice in reply. Surely if anyone was still asleep in this house they would be wide-awake after that exchange I thought to myself. As we followed that voice through the living room, I noticed that the interior was definitely as tidy as the exterior. Jeans, socks, shoes and shirts were lying every, on the floor, the couch, the lamp.
At last the voice had led us into the kitchen where a tall muscular young man, dressed in a very tight shirt and jeans was frying an egg. "Hey Darry" Jessie said. "Oh hey Jessie" he said turning to face us. "What's up?" He was very good-looking, he was about twenty-three, but he may be younger. He had charming light blue eyes that sparkled when he laid eyes on Jessie. Although he did not look much older than Jessie, he had seriousness about him; it looked as if the whole world's burden was set on his shoulders.
"This is really embarrassing, but I'm clean out of milk" Jessie said. Out of that simple sentence, a whole conversation had blossomed. I had lost it when they started talking politics. How borrowing milk can turn into a discussion on politics I will never know, but somehow they had managed it. After almost five minutes of standing there looking dumb, Jessie remembered me. She then introduced me to Darry Curtis and then told me to wait for her in the living room.
I sat down on the couch after removing a shoe, a sock and a very muddy pair of pants. As I sat and flipped through the pages of a copy of "To Kill A Mockingbird", a boy about my age stomped in wearing only underwear. He looked still sleepy and was completely unaware of anyone in the room, that is, of course, until he saw me. When he did finally notice me in the room he was stunned and went crimson. He then retraced his steps and retreated back to his room.
By neighbours, I discovered, Jess meant those to the right, since the house is placed on the corner of an intersection. The neighbour's place was as ancient as my sister's, but it appeared to be a lot tidier. Unlike Jessie's front lawn, they had very neatly timed lawn and unlike Jessie's exterior walls, their paint was not peeling. Their porch was old, but like everything else, it was neat and tidy.
To my surprise, when we walked up to the door, my sister did not bother knocking but simply walked in. "How strange" I thought, "Didn't Americans lock their doors?" "Anyone awake yet?" Jessie yelled into the living room. "Yeah, in here." Boomed a male voice in reply. Surely if anyone was still asleep in this house they would be wide-awake after that exchange I thought to myself. As we followed that voice through the living room, I noticed that the interior was definitely as tidy as the exterior. Jeans, socks, shoes and shirts were lying every, on the floor, the couch, the lamp.
At last the voice had led us into the kitchen where a tall muscular young man, dressed in a very tight shirt and jeans was frying an egg. "Hey Darry" Jessie said. "Oh hey Jessie" he said turning to face us. "What's up?" He was very good-looking, he was about twenty-three, but he may be younger. He had charming light blue eyes that sparkled when he laid eyes on Jessie. Although he did not look much older than Jessie, he had seriousness about him; it looked as if the whole world's burden was set on his shoulders.
"This is really embarrassing, but I'm clean out of milk" Jessie said. Out of that simple sentence, a whole conversation had blossomed. I had lost it when they started talking politics. How borrowing milk can turn into a discussion on politics I will never know, but somehow they had managed it. After almost five minutes of standing there looking dumb, Jessie remembered me. She then introduced me to Darry Curtis and then told me to wait for her in the living room.
I sat down on the couch after removing a shoe, a sock and a very muddy pair of pants. As I sat and flipped through the pages of a copy of "To Kill A Mockingbird", a boy about my age stomped in wearing only underwear. He looked still sleepy and was completely unaware of anyone in the room, that is, of course, until he saw me. When he did finally notice me in the room he was stunned and went crimson. He then retraced his steps and retreated back to his room.