“This is it,” Zelya announced in a big, excited tone.
From the outside the house was quite big with a dark shade maroon and a mixture of black on the top. The windows were wide and long, surrounded by black in the sides.
As they entered the house it was completely different compared to the outside. The inside of the house was very clean and organized. The furniture was white and pearly shade with hazel wood floors and walls.
Zelya with not a trace of worry on her face pointed out the room on which Layne was going to sleep in. It was the second room up the stairs at the end of the hallway. When she was walking to the room that would be hers, she was able to see a peek of Zelya’s room because the door was open. Her room was yellow in the inside and it included a brown bedcover and a wood floor. It was extremely spotless, the bed was made. The books were neatly placed on the shelf and amazingly enough her shoes were lined along the back of the closet. This manner of being organized was new to Layne and she was not sure how she was going to get used to it. Layne’s door was white and she expected the inside of the room to as well be entirely white. But it wasn’t. On the contrary, it reminded her of the room she once had not long ago. The walls were dark red and the wood floor was a dark brown shade. The rug was different but it still had a similar red and brown pattern. Oddly enough the bed was exactly the same, the bed cover on outer side was black and on the other side it was red.
She lay down on the bed thinking that maybe this won’t be as bad as she thought. It was barely the first day and it was a new home, which meant it was a new start.
Knock. Knock.
“Hi. Do u like it?” Zelya asked with a gleaming smile. “I saw a picture of what your room looked like and I wanted to make the house as welcoming as possible.”
Layne sat up and said, “Yes, thank you.”
“Look, I’m going to be heading out. I need to get to work on time. Will you be alright by yourself?”
Layne was unsure of what to say. Was she going to be alright? She didn’t want to upset Zelya, so all she said was, “Sure, I’ll be fine.”
“Good. If you’re hungry, there’s food in the refrigerator. I’ll be back in the morning.”
Layne walked her sister out the front door. Zelya hurried into her car, backed out the driveway, and waved goodbye.
Layne walked back into the house but she has nothing to do. She wasn’t hungry so she couldn’t eat. She wasn’t sleepy so she couldn’t sleep. She stayed in her room alone staring into the darkness. As time passed, she slowly fell asleep.
She woke up to silence. The house was as quiet as a mouse and no one was home. She slowly rose to a new morning, to her first morning. She unpacked all of her belongings from her luggage and organized them into the wood drawers that had an odd scent inside. She gathered her clothes and took a shower. After, she headed down the stairs to get some breakfast but heard a knock on the door.
She opened the door and saw a middle aged woman around her thirties, dressed in white spotless clothes holding a plate full of cookies.
“Hello there,” she introduced herself. “My name is Susan Clary and you must be Layne.”
“Yes”
“Well. Good Morning, Layne. I heard that you were coming to live here and I baked you some chocolate chip cookies to give you a welcoming full of sweets.”
“Thank you,” she took the plate of cookies that Susan was handing her.
“If you ever need anything, please feel free to ask. I know you sister is gone for most of the day but please don’t feel like you are all alone. Please come to me, if you need help with anything.”
Susan waved goodbye and headed for the white and yellow house, two doors down. She seemed nice and very caring but Layne doubted that she would ever go to her in need of help. Layne had a tendency to avoid going to anyone if she needed assist. She has always been like this ever since she was little and went exploring in a cave. She had lost her way and because she had tripped over a pile of rocks, she couldn’t walk. She was trapped in total darkness wounded and afraid. She spent almost half the day there until she gathered all her strength and began to walk even though she had excruciating pain in her leg. Zelya finally came home and the day rolled by with no improvement of enjoyment.
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