As I lay in my coma I could just catch the subtle ring of my dad's voice, "Your room's beautiful…" My coma had thrust me into a deep sleep. My room? What room? Oh. I could remember that lazy summer afternoon with the sun sparkling off the fresh water in our pool, and licking raspberry ice creams in our home in Miami. That lazy summer afternoon when my dad informed that we were moving. Moving to the other side of the country. To California. My dad had bought a huge restaurant in California and "this could be a fresh new start for all of us". My dad's words after me and my brother were told that we were upping sticks and flying west. Why, after 16 years of my life would I want to move to somewhere where I had never been before in my life? I remember my brother being just as angry about it as me. I was angry because I would be leaving all of my friends, most of them which I'd known since I was in kindergarten. Not to mention our huge home, basically, just Miami on the whole. I mean come on, who wouldn't want to live in Miami? Summer all the time, chilling out at the beach, and not to mention the hot guys that hung out there. But since my dad had promised that we would be back there most holidays, there was no compromising. Where were we moving again? Erm…erm…my memory couldn't trace back that far, could it? Erm… Carmel… yeah that's it, Carmel.
I felt a refreshing cool breeze sweep over me; the tinkling peal of wind chimes… Was I now awakening from the deep sleep which had made me oblivious to the world around me? Just then I could feel something gentle and light touch my forehead. Wake up. Wake up. But my body ignored… That's when I felt a rush of energy shoot down me, I opened my eyes, and I saw.
"Sky…" Emilio whispered and then my dad and my brother were looming over me smiling. "Welcome back little sister". Emilio smiled. My dad's eyes were glossy.
"We knew you'd come back…" My dad said. Then before I knew it, Nurses sporting wonderful golden smiles hurried to my room. Sky Castel was back. The weeks which followed after that were nice. Sipping icy cranberry drinks in our back garden with all my friends telling me how good it was to have me back. I thought of how many times me and my friends had been chilling in that porch on sunny days eating whichever concoction it was that we craved. I felt more downhearted than ever now that I was moving to California. But I'm not one to leave unfinished business so I spent all the quality time in the world with my friends, gave final goodbyes to our home, and attended my surprise party on Miami Beach. All of my friends were there and I watched the sunset on the beach with them for the last time. I'll never forget it. But the day had come to up sticks, so after endless re-runs of 'Stuart Little' on the plane, we had arrived in Carmel, California.
Well, I saw Palm trees…and not much else. My medication before the flight had put me right out of it. Someone must have carried me into my room after one of my ever-increasing fits of drowsiness, seeing as when I woke up my dad and brother were by my side saying that I should go right back to sleep, the room was nice. The floor was laid with wooden floorboards with a soft beige rug spread at the foot of the bed. All the walls were white apart from the wall which the pine bed leaned on, it was a refreshing lime green. The furniture was all pine, which was cool because it felt just like my old bedroom, with my comfortable wooden furniture. My dad must have gotten an interior designer for the house because I had lime green and lemon yellow accessories to match the Northern wall. I observed my room contentedly with satisfaction as the gentle Californian wind blew my lime green curtains. I liked my room, it was cosy. The last family who had lived here at 99 Pine Crest Road had moved to a bigger house but they still lived nearby in Carmel. What were they called….erm, erm. My memory was still weary. Erm…oh yeah, the Ackermans.
"Well?" my dad asked looking excited, "Do you like it?". My dad was only 37, and he was in good shape seeing as he's been a father for 19 years. He had very short brown hair, was quite tall, and was slim yet quite muscular. I looked around, yeah, I did like it…
"Sky?" Emilio said, winning my attention.
"Yeah…" I replied. I didn't sound at all convincing so I beamed my smile and exclaimed, "Yeah, I love it!" My dad's smile said 'I knew you would' and I smiled at both my brother and father. I didn't mean for my attention to fluctuate, but, the sparkling spectre basking in the sun's light on my window seat was unmistakably distracting.