Her Ignition

*AnnaBella*

When I woke up today, the sun barely was shining into my room through my window.

Damnit, I cursed myself, I forgot to shut the curtains last night before I went to bed.

However, that wasn't the reason I woke up, just the reason I wouldn't be able to get back to bed.

I glare at my alarm clock that read 6:05.

The last Friday of Summer Break and here I was, not taking the advantage of sleeping in. Groaning, I roll out of bed, and make my way to my double door balcony, which faced the street.

One of my flaws that I have found over the years was once I saw an ounce of sun light, I was unable to go back to bed. I would be wide awake for the rest of the morning. Now, it wouldn't mean I wouldn't be tired; however, I was just unable to sleep with it being light.

Whenever I tried, my mind would race in a million different directions, constantly being filled with thoughts until there was darkness, in which my mind could relax.

Around the time I was seven, my parents realized that it was becoming an issue, as I had an early bedtime and was never able to fall asleep until after the moon was out and the sun had disappeared over the horizon. They decided to fill my room with black out curtains, covering my one window which laid across the room from where my door was.

The other issue was my two doors that lead to a small outdoor balcony. It wasn't a big balcony; it only went about two feet past the double doors on each side and was about four feet deep... just big enough for a small bench. Maybe three or four people could stand on it.

As I peer out my doors, I realize it was not my fault for being up so early. Two houses down and across the street, there was a large moving truck in front of the house. There are probably about ten moving men moving furniture and other items into the house, not being quiet about their actions whatsoever.

That's very strange, I think to myself as the realization that Mr. and Mrs. A have not moved out of the house.

They typically keep to themselves on a normal day, being home bodies, however, whenever they would run into my family, they were very outgoing and generous. They even had us over for dinner a few times in the past, which turned out to be quite delightful.

The dinners they had were always extravagant.

Thats when they started having me and my siblings calling them Mr. and Mrs. A, instead of their full name, Alleto. It made our relationship with them a lot more personal.

Our families were somewhat close and had even started being invited to their parties they hosted for New Year's Eve.

Talk about a huge party.

Their house is huge compared to the other ones on the block. Dad said it was because our houses were pretty old, and all built around the same time, but Mr. A built his on his own, right before I was born.

It almost doubles the size of ours, and we had a two story, four-bedroom house. My siblings and I each had our own bedroom, in which we were very lucky, and my parents had their own room. Now, our bedrooms were pretty average size.

Since I am not a person that likes material objects, this made my room seem almost spacious. I have my bed, a chest high dresser with a tv on top, a small desk that doubles as a vanity, and a bedside table in my room. Even then, my room is open with lots of space, yet at the same time, small and cozy.

My bed sits in the far-right corner of the room, facing the back of the house, the dresser and tv across from it. My desk is along the same wall as the dresser, and my bedside table is placed next to my bed. My floor was covered with a multi shade of nude rug. To the left of the door, was a closet, that protruded into my room a good three feet. It never bothered me, although it did cut back on the openness of my room.

Lining the wall with my bed laid the double doors to the balcony.

It was just the way I liked it. Having too many things in my room made it feel cluttered. I did not like the idea of being confined into a small area, so having a simple and minimalistic room, helped. Even as a child, I only wanted a few toys in my room or else I would have a panic attack.

Mr. and Mrs. A, however, had a huge house, filled with lots of materials and common household objects.

No matter the holiday, they would deck their house out with decorations. They had lots of accessories everywhere, artwork, mirrors, figurines, bowls filled with rocks or shells, and my favorite was that they had clocks everywhere... whenever we went over, we always knew the time.

My family was very minimalistic compared to theirs, other than photos. We love our photos. My parents say that you can look at one photo and not only have a flash back to the memory, but to those that weren't there in that moment will be able to see a whole different story of your life. Maybe that's why I had fallen so in love with photography.

My walls were covered with them.

Snapping me out of my thoughts, a loud BOOM came from outside. I realize the moving men had dropped a portion of a bed onto the concrete pavement.

Two brunettes that I had never seen before, nor were dressed as the moving men were, came flaunting out of the house and were obviously giving the men directions on what to do with the things they were carrying.

They both were very fit and looked to be my age or a little older. They were too far away to be able to make out features of their face, however if they were good looking, I just prayed that they weren't my age. I didn't want the first day of my senior year to be filled with drama about the new boys.

Groaning in annoyance, I make my way downstairs.

"Good morning, sweetie!" My mom gleams from the stove where she was making bacon and eggs, "I am surprised to see you up this early!"

"Me too" I huff as I sit down at the dining table.

"Too bright?" She asked curiously, knowing when I am up this early, that's the typical reason.

"Neighbors" I sigh out.

"Oh yes! Thats right, Mrs. and Mr. Alleto are having their nephews of theirs move in with them. I forgot today was the day they were moving in. I will have to put together a welcome package so we can bring it over to them tonight." She exclaims, excitement filling her voice.

My mother was always the one to go above and beyond to make others feel welcomed. Our town was pretty large in population size; however, our town was in the middle of nowhere and not to mention, we live in a very small neighborhood.

It took about a ten-minute drive just to get out of our cul-de-sac. We were completely surrounded by the woods. There was probably twenty houses- thirty at the most- on our street.

"Here you are Annabella!" My mom sets down a plate of food with a glass of orange juice in front of me.

"Do you have any plans for the evening?" My mom asks, as she walks back into the kitchen to grab hers.

"Emilia, Andria, and I are going out tonight. We have a senior's party before school starts. However, I don't think it will be just seniors at the party from what I have heard. Plus, the person hosting graduated last year." I say before taking a bite of food, moaning as the bacon hits my taste buds.

"And what time does it start?" Over the summer, I had been going out with my two best friends pretty frequently. My parents slowly started growing into the fact that I was not their little girl anymore and decided it was okay for me to start going to parties, as long as I followed three conditions.

1. I had to come home every night before two a.m. or I would text them if I would be later. If I didn't text them, or showed up later, I would be grounded... it took only once to forget.

2. If I drank, and all my friends drank, we were NOT allowed to get into a car to drive home. We were underage so if we got pulled over, any alcohol in our systems could send us to jail. They would always come pick us up if needed. However, there was always one of us sober. There was only one time where all three of us decided to drink, but I had talked with my parents beforehand, and dad said he would come to pick us up.

Finally.

3. absolutely NO sex. This obviously was my dad's rule. Despite him being a scary dude to all the boys, I still was his little angel. However, he had nothing to worry about. I still hadn't had my first kiss. Not because I was a prude, but I just hadn't found the right person that I wanted to be in any way intimate with. So, there was no worries about anything else happening beyond that.

"I think were leaving around 9:30. Andria said it starts at 10." Her mother nods her head, concentrating on something.

"So, I am going to do some shopping for those boys, I think we should bring it over to them this evening. Would 5 o'clock work for you? Your father will be home and then when we get back, you will have hours to get ready."

As if I need it. Typically, I wore jeans and one of my band t-shirts to a party. However, Emilia insisted since the party was for us, we had to look good tonight.

"Yeah. The girls are coming over around 7:30 to hang out and get ready, so that should work fine." I smile at how my mom was always able to plan out her day in her head, and rarely ever forgets anything.

"I can't wait to see them!" She says in excitement, "now I am going to get ready to go out! When Maxwell and Jocelyn wake up, would you mind helping them with breakfast?"

Jocelyn was 12, going on 13 in two months. Yet, she's been showing the attitude and hormones of a teenager for months now.

Max was 6. He thought he was the man of the house. It was already quite adorable. He wanted to help my mom do everything so that she didn't do the "heavy lifting".

The thought made me giggle. He totally got it from my father.

Well, stepfather. My dad died right after I was born... not too long after my mom met Tony, my stepdad. However, he is all I have ever known. A wonderful guy and treated my mom like a queen.

In my eyes, he has always been my father. He knows I don't think of him any differently, too!

"Of course, mom!"