Is Home Really Where The Heart Is?, chapter 3
I was in California now. Sure I had been there with my Papa, but that was only for a few days during the summer. This was different, I was living here now. I was in bright and sunny California where there was 2 types of weather, hot and hotter, as apposed to Pennsylvania where you could get all four seasons. Man I miss the snow already. Maybe I wasn't as ready to give up my old life as I thought.
Anywho, after successfully flagging down a cab, my mom and I shoved all of our stuff in the trunk and got in the backseats. My mom told the driver our new address but I didn't catch it because I was to preoccupied with picking at the stuffing of the seat. Quite amusing if you ask me. We pulled up to a fairly large house. Me being my happy-peppy self, practically fell out of the car because my mom opened the door as I was falling asleep on it, then I sluggishly crawled slash dragged my feet to the front door. After a few minutes of trying to find the keys, my mom finally opened the door to our new lives.
"Well, here it is," she said putting the suitcases down. "Our new 'home-sweet-home'."
"It's sooo...blank," I said staring at the white walls and empty rooms. The only other things that filled the house were the boxes the movers had dropped off. I quickly scanned the labels on the boxes a few times looking for a few in specific. "Hey mom, where are all of the pieces to my drum set?" I need that drum set!
"Oh the movers probably didn't bring it yet. Don't worry they're coming tomorrow around noon to drop off some of the larger pieces."
"Whatever you say, I hope you're right."
I can't believe my most prized possession, my purple (sparkly!) drum set, is in the hands of those two movers! What if they drop something?! And she doesn't even care! Do these people realize how long it took me to save up the money for that?! Grrr...ok, I'm calm now. I grabbed as many bags as I could and carried them upstairs, after asking which room would be mine of course. I set my stuff down and examined my new room. It was pretty big with one window on one wall, and a closet that went along the whole length of another wall. The ceiling slopes downward at one point, which I figured out the hard way after walking into it to see the closet. I carefully tossed all of the boxes in the places where I guessed they would go, keeping in mind that I still had to fit a drum set in here too. I got bored quickly so I went back downstairs in search of my mom. She was in the kitchen. Typical chef.
"Is there anywhere to sleep yet? I'm still tired," I complained while poking my mom's back. Yes I know, I sleep a lot; I have since I was little.
"Well, the couch is here, I don't know where exactly, but it's here," she told me. "Now stop poking me!"
I stopped and walked out of the room in search of a new object, the couch!
Now if I were a couch, where would I be? I looked in the most logical room first, the living room. Darn not here...where could it be?[/i] That's when I realized I was in the dining room, not the living room. Stupid messed up house. At least at my old home the living room, dining room and kitchen were the same thing.
After looking throughout the whole house, I found 2 bathrooms, an extra bedroom, and a garage/basement thingy, yet no couch. Now I was really tired. I went to go complain to my mom when I turned a corner to see, what else, but the couch. Makes sense, last place I look is where it is. I walked over to the couch, tripping on my way, and laid down on it. Ohhh... comfy! I slowly drifted off to sleep, taking a short nap. Ok, ok so it was a 2 hour nap, but that's not the point. I woke up, went to my room, and listened to some CDs I had dug out previously.
Around twelve, my mom called me downstairs for lunch, except I wasn't upstairs, so she just called me for lunch. I got up and walked to where the kitchen was. Of course getting lost on the way. Too big of a house if you ask me. I finally reached the kitchen to see my mom hanging up the phone.
"I ordered us a pizza, that ok with you?"
"Well that depends, is there going to be garlic on it?"
"Have you ever had a pizza with me or my family that doesn't have at least a half-pound of garlic on it?"
"I don't know. I shall ponder this." I tilted my head to the side as I stroked my chin with my index and thumb. "No I don't believe I have. Pizza's fine." All she did was stare at me when I said this.
"You are an odd child."
"Yes, but don't forget, I'm half of you. So you're twice as odd as I am." I enjoy confusing my parents. All she did was shake her head and walk away.
I followed her into the main room. We grabbed the boxes labeled 'KITCHEN' and took them to...the bathroom! Not really, they went to the kitchen. Fooled you didn't I?! While waiting for the pizza, we decided to unpack the boxes as well.
Ding, Dong! Ahhh!!! What was that?! Oh ya, doorbell. Never had a doorbell at my old house before. This is definitely a big change for me. My mom grabbed 20 bucks (well actually it was dollars, 'cause, I mean, no one can fit 20 deer in their purse). Anyway, she answered the door, paid the pimply, bored-out-of-his-mind teenager, and brought the pizza back into the kitchen. She set it sown and found some paper plates to eat off of. We had yet to find any types of real plates. My mom in I sat in two chairs the came from...somewhere (I'm full of detail aren't I?).
"So Carlie, you excited about starting at your new school tomorrow?" I almost gagged on my pizza when those words left her mouth. Oh great, more school. Hopefully it's better than WA.
"Wait, I'm starting school tomorrow? Where?!" Although if she understood that she'd really scare me, considering my mouth was filled to the max with pizza.
"Yes you are starting tomorrow. I thinks it's called Pinole Valley High School," she stated.
That's an odd name for a school, but hey, whatever. We finished our pizza and continued to unpack.
Ding, Dong! I'm really gonna have trouble getting used to that. I went to the door and opened it. You'll never believe who I saw!
*note: it's not Green Day*
Anywho, after successfully flagging down a cab, my mom and I shoved all of our stuff in the trunk and got in the backseats. My mom told the driver our new address but I didn't catch it because I was to preoccupied with picking at the stuffing of the seat. Quite amusing if you ask me. We pulled up to a fairly large house. Me being my happy-peppy self, practically fell out of the car because my mom opened the door as I was falling asleep on it, then I sluggishly crawled slash dragged my feet to the front door. After a few minutes of trying to find the keys, my mom finally opened the door to our new lives.
"Well, here it is," she said putting the suitcases down. "Our new 'home-sweet-home'."
"It's sooo...blank," I said staring at the white walls and empty rooms. The only other things that filled the house were the boxes the movers had dropped off. I quickly scanned the labels on the boxes a few times looking for a few in specific. "Hey mom, where are all of the pieces to my drum set?" I need that drum set!
"Oh the movers probably didn't bring it yet. Don't worry they're coming tomorrow around noon to drop off some of the larger pieces."
"Whatever you say, I hope you're right."
I can't believe my most prized possession, my purple (sparkly!) drum set, is in the hands of those two movers! What if they drop something?! And she doesn't even care! Do these people realize how long it took me to save up the money for that?! Grrr...ok, I'm calm now. I grabbed as many bags as I could and carried them upstairs, after asking which room would be mine of course. I set my stuff down and examined my new room. It was pretty big with one window on one wall, and a closet that went along the whole length of another wall. The ceiling slopes downward at one point, which I figured out the hard way after walking into it to see the closet. I carefully tossed all of the boxes in the places where I guessed they would go, keeping in mind that I still had to fit a drum set in here too. I got bored quickly so I went back downstairs in search of my mom. She was in the kitchen. Typical chef.
"Is there anywhere to sleep yet? I'm still tired," I complained while poking my mom's back. Yes I know, I sleep a lot; I have since I was little.
"Well, the couch is here, I don't know where exactly, but it's here," she told me. "Now stop poking me!"
I stopped and walked out of the room in search of a new object, the couch!
Now if I were a couch, where would I be? I looked in the most logical room first, the living room. Darn not here...where could it be?[/i] That's when I realized I was in the dining room, not the living room. Stupid messed up house. At least at my old home the living room, dining room and kitchen were the same thing.
After looking throughout the whole house, I found 2 bathrooms, an extra bedroom, and a garage/basement thingy, yet no couch. Now I was really tired. I went to go complain to my mom when I turned a corner to see, what else, but the couch. Makes sense, last place I look is where it is. I walked over to the couch, tripping on my way, and laid down on it. Ohhh... comfy! I slowly drifted off to sleep, taking a short nap. Ok, ok so it was a 2 hour nap, but that's not the point. I woke up, went to my room, and listened to some CDs I had dug out previously.
Around twelve, my mom called me downstairs for lunch, except I wasn't upstairs, so she just called me for lunch. I got up and walked to where the kitchen was. Of course getting lost on the way. Too big of a house if you ask me. I finally reached the kitchen to see my mom hanging up the phone.
"I ordered us a pizza, that ok with you?"
"Well that depends, is there going to be garlic on it?"
"Have you ever had a pizza with me or my family that doesn't have at least a half-pound of garlic on it?"
"I don't know. I shall ponder this." I tilted my head to the side as I stroked my chin with my index and thumb. "No I don't believe I have. Pizza's fine." All she did was stare at me when I said this.
"You are an odd child."
"Yes, but don't forget, I'm half of you. So you're twice as odd as I am." I enjoy confusing my parents. All she did was shake her head and walk away.
I followed her into the main room. We grabbed the boxes labeled 'KITCHEN' and took them to...the bathroom! Not really, they went to the kitchen. Fooled you didn't I?! While waiting for the pizza, we decided to unpack the boxes as well.
Ding, Dong! Ahhh!!! What was that?! Oh ya, doorbell. Never had a doorbell at my old house before. This is definitely a big change for me. My mom grabbed 20 bucks (well actually it was dollars, 'cause, I mean, no one can fit 20 deer in their purse). Anyway, she answered the door, paid the pimply, bored-out-of-his-mind teenager, and brought the pizza back into the kitchen. She set it sown and found some paper plates to eat off of. We had yet to find any types of real plates. My mom in I sat in two chairs the came from...somewhere (I'm full of detail aren't I?).
"So Carlie, you excited about starting at your new school tomorrow?" I almost gagged on my pizza when those words left her mouth. Oh great, more school. Hopefully it's better than WA.
"Wait, I'm starting school tomorrow? Where?!" Although if she understood that she'd really scare me, considering my mouth was filled to the max with pizza.
"Yes you are starting tomorrow. I thinks it's called Pinole Valley High School," she stated.
That's an odd name for a school, but hey, whatever. We finished our pizza and continued to unpack.
Ding, Dong! I'm really gonna have trouble getting used to that. I went to the door and opened it. You'll never believe who I saw!
*note: it's not Green Day*
