Chapter 1
Soon we arrived at our house on the rez. My parents love nature and camping and hiking. Stuff like that. They could never live in the city. So they found a house on a 14-acre piece of land bordering those towering trees. It didn't have a creek like our old home, but we had the whole forest to make up for it. It was a giant, sprawling house. Bigger than ours back East. Dang, I mentally reprimanded myself. I have to stop calling Nashville home. This is my home now. I cleared that thought out of my head and got out of the car. The house loomed over me. It was white, with a black slate roof. There was a big, wrap-around porch and there was a small flower garden on one side. There was a chimney too, so I guess we had a fireplace.
"Cecily! Come help unload stuff!" My dad shouted.
"Dad! That's what God created men for!" I tore my eyes away from the house and walked back to the car.
I grabbed my Coach purse and one of the dozen or so boxes that held my clothes and other stuff. I lugged that thing all the way to the house when I realized that it had my sister's stuff in it. Shit; I let out a groan. I dropped it on the porch and ran back to the car and got a box that had my name on it. I walked back to the house and pushed the door open with my foot.
It was beautiful inside. Dark, wood planks covered the floors all throughout the house. I walked through the front door and to the left is a set of stairs. To the right is the dining room, the walls painted a wine red color. I walked forward again and there was a bathroom on the right. I peered inside, and was met with a toilet and a pipe sticking out of the wall. I closed the door and turned to my left. Straight in front of me was the living room, the ceiling suddenly rising about 20 feet or so. The fireplace dominated the left wall. On the left, right before it, was the master bedroom. I crossed to the far end of the room and gazed out the French doors. There was a deck, and beyond it, a vast field, ringed with huge trees. I turned back to my left. There stood a library adjacent to the living room, its shelves bare for now. They soon would be overflowing. I walked to the right of the French doors, through a small walkway, and found myself standing in the kitchen. It connected to the dining room by a sliding door. I left and climbed up the stairs.
I was met with a big loft. On either side were three doors. I picked the left and opened the first door. It was a bedroom, painted a light brown. The next door concealed a bathroom, covered in a robin's egg blue. This one had a shower. I so was claiming this as mine. I shut the door and opened Door #3. Apparently, this used to be an office, because there wasn't a closet. I traveled to the other side of the loft. The door on the left was another bedroom, painted in bright ocean blue. My sister would want that. The middle door held another bathroom. This one was bright lime green. My little sister would also claim that. I opened the final door.
It was the third bedroom. It was snow white, with two big windows that opened out onto the porch roof. I set my purse down, therefore staking it as mine. I ran back down to grab my box of stuff. I raced back up the stairs. I put it down and pulled back the flaps.
It had a jumble of random stuff that I had tossed in there when I was rushing to get all my stuff packed. I pulled out a tiny, carved wood box. I cracked it open. It held my class ring from my old school. We got our class rings sophomore year at my old school so we could wear them for two years before we went to college. And suddenly, I couldn't stop the tears that streaked my cheeks.
It was a symbol of my old life. My old home. But I forced myself to stop crying. I wiped the tears away. I had said to myself over and over again that this was good. This was good for me. Now I wasn't so sure.
A/N: So? What'd you think? I know I never do this, but please review! I'd like some constructive criticism. And I've got a specific question for all you reviewers: do you think the description of the house was too long and detailed? Feedback please!