Chapter 2: Normalcy is the Best Policy?
The last of the U-Haul trucks finally left pulled out of the driveway of a large Victorian style, dull grey house with dark grey trim. After the truck was out of sight, all that remains were large tupperware, cardboard boxes, duffel bags, and various house furniture were stacked in the driveway, the porch, as well as the rest of the first floor. Four cars were lined up in front of the house. Browen owns a black four door BMV. Alexandra has a green Mini-Cooper convertible. Elliot has a white Mercedes SUV. Teresa drives a yellow Jeep.
The house was fairly large but not like the many mansions of Ipswich. It has a full second floor with an attic and four bathrooms. It has a kitchen, dining room, foyer, a study, bathroom, and parlor on the first floor. The second floor had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and laundry room. The attic is one bedroom and the basement had a bathroom and a bedroom. Home sweet home. The girls do not dorm at Spencer Academy. Their families thought it would be safer and less wild for the girls. Ah, little do parents know.
All the girls were clad in sweats, tanks, and t-shirts with sneakers. "Elliot! Can you please help me with my crap?" Alexandra gasped out while struggling with two duffel bags, a tupperware, a box of the Nancy Drew books, and a lamp set on top. She walked tipsily towards the base of the stairs. "Yeah, yeah hold on," Elliot replied and grabbed the tupperware, box, and lamp. "Holy shit Alex, this is heavy! What's in here?" Elliot asked as she marched up the stairs. Alexandra follows, "Well, the tupperware is clothes and the box are my books, topped with the lamp." "Why are you bringing up the damn books?! That's should be last on the list of things to do here," Elliot grumbled with reluctance. Damn her and her Nancy Drew books! "Quit complaining El and move because you still have to go one more floor," Alexandra retorted. "What?! I have to sweat over Nancy Drew to the attic?! Damn you Alex," Elliot argued.
"Watch your heads!" Browen warned as boxes levitate over their heads. "Browen! Why are you using, you lazy ass!" Elliot growled. She always uses! "Hey, I might be a lazy ass but I'm a smart ass too. Hey, double meaning! Anyways, you guys will still be loading your rooms while I finish decorating," Browen snickered. We have the Power, why not use it? Teresa silently agreed with Rachael because Rachael was also levitating her boxes as well. Teresa was also carrying boxes upstairs as well. "Besides, you mean to tell me that you will physically carry your beds up a floor or two in Alex's case?" Browen continued. "Yes, because that's what we would do if we were normal," Elliot walked down the stairs empty-handed to get more stuff. Browen is at the base of the stairs waving her hands to direct the flying boxes and whatever. "Newsflash kid, you're not normal despite what you do," Browen smirked.
Browen was the first to finish her room (of course) and helped moving Teresa's belongings. Now, she was stretched out on a sitting chair in the parlor dramatically flipping through one of the tabloids. Teresa was up in her room setting up. Alexandra and Elliot were still going up and down the stairs and still haven't moved their major furniture. Browen was humming with a smug smile. I'm done and they're not! Sucks to be them.
Alexandra and Elliot were getting tired. They looked at their final task, the beds. They knew they could not do them on their own. Alexandra asked, "Hey Browen, would you help us carry our beds?" "Um gee, if I didn't my own bed, why would I exert myself with yours? " Browen scoffed. Out of defeat, Elliot used her power to lift both beds up. Browen whipped, "I thought normalcy is the best policy?" "Shut up!" Elliot huffed. Elliot and Alexandra went upstairs. "I hate it when I'm right," Browen giggled with malice.