I stared up at my house before glancing at the sold sign that was planted in the yard. I supposed it was no longer my house.
I sighed before turning and walking back into the house.
“Dad!” I called out, my voice echoing through the now empty house.
I walked up the stairs to the second level of the house and looked into each of the rooms before finding my father in the master bedroom, grabbing the last box.
“Here,” I said, taking the box from him. He smiled before walking back down the stairs. I followed him before walking back out of the front door and over to his 2018 Silverado.
I pushed the box onto the truck bed before slamming the tailgate shut.
“Where’s Whiskey and Lucky?” I asked Dad as he came out of the house.
“I’m not sure where Lucky is. She’s probably on the back porch asleep, but Whiskey is running around in the backyard.” Dad ran his fingers through his graying red hair.
“I’ll be right back then. Where’s the cat carrier?”
“In your car, I think.” Why was it in my car? I don’t think I put it in there.
I shrugged to myself and grabbed the cat carrier and, luckily, found a leash.
I walked back through the house before walking out of the back door.
I looked at the porch swing and found Lucky curled up asleep. I reached down and rubbed the black cat’s head.
“Come on girl,” I whispered as I picked her up. She was a beautiful Burmese cat that was missing part of her ear.
She looked up at me with her lovely eyes before meowing. I laughed gently as I shut the door. “You’ll be let out soon enough,” I tell her.
“Whiskey!” I yell as I look around for my gray-colored pit that had two different colored eyes.
I hear him barking before I see him running out of the woods towards me at full speed. I laughed and bent down with my arms open.
He plowed into me, licking my face.
“Yes, yes. I love you too,” I cooed. He barked again. I clipped the leash to his collar before grabbing the cat carrier.
Once I made it to the car, I put the cat carrier in the back seat before opening the passenger side door and pushing Whiskey into the car.
I shut the door and turn to my dad who was covering the truck bed with a tarp.
“Need help?” I ask, grabbing one end of the tarp to help. A few minutes later we had everything strapped down and ready to go.
“All ready?” he asked, glancing at the house briefly.
“No. I don’t want to leave,” I whispered.
“I know, honey. But you know we have to. Is Ramona coming by?” he asked, probably trying to change the topic of conversation.
“Yeah. She should be here soon.”
“ROSELYNN!” I turn when I hear my best friend’s voice call my name.
I walk towards her when I see her running down the street, red hair streaming behind her. She didn’t slow down and barreled right into me.
“Jeez, Ramona,” I laughed.
“Don’t laugh! You’re leaving me!” she cried.
I sighed and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry. But maybe one of us could come over on weekends or something like that, after all, I’m only moving about an hour or so away.”
“Oh, we definitely will,” Ramona promised.
We smiled at each other before my dad spoke up. “Come on, Rose. We’ve got to go.”
I sighed and forced down tears while Ramona let her tears run freely down her face. “Call me and text me every day. When your wifi gets set up we’ll video chat with each other. Deal?” she rushed out.
“Deal.” We hug again before I climb into my black 2015 Dodge Dart. I supposed that was one of the perks of having a dad who is a renowned vet, although he has threatened to take away my car if he feels like I am abusing it.
“Having a car is a privilege, not a right,” he had told me when he gave me the keys the Christmas after I had gotten my license. And he is right. He trusts me with the car and I wouldn’t do anything to betray his trust. And besides, this was once his friend’s car and he had bought it off of him, so it wasn’t new.
I waved at Ramona one last time while Whiskey was barking at her, his tail hitting my arm.
“Calm down boy,” I grumbled and shoved his butt away from me. He sat down in the seat before looking over at me. I smiled and mumbled a good boy while rubbing his head.
My dad pulled out of the driveway and I followed him.
I waited patiently while Dad pulled into the paved driveway of our new house before pulling in behind him.
I killed the engine and got out of the car, telling Whiskey to stay.
“What do you think?” Dad asked as he came around the truck. I looked at the house.
It had light paneling, the roof had dark shingles and there was a two-car garage connected to it. The first level of the house and the garage were connected and the second story went over the top of the garage. The covered front porch stretched around two sides of the house.
“It’s nice,” I mumbled. I glanced at the garage doors. “Looks like that moving company just left our stuff in the garage and left the doors opened.”
“I noticed that and I’ll definitely be calling the company and filing a complaint,” Dad stated before turning back to me. “Why don’t you go let Whiskey run around the backyard it’s fenced in so don’t worry. But keep Lucky in the house for now.” He handed me a key to the house.
“Aye, aye.” I mock saluted before getting the two animals out of the car.
I walked down the driveway before walking across the stone walkway. I make my way up the wooden steps before unlocking the door.
Once I stepped into the house I sat Lucky’s carrier down beside the door on the light wooden floor. I looked around the room. It appeared like I was in what would be the foyer. I shut the door behind me and unlocked Lucky’s carrier. Slowly the cat stepped out of it before she walked off, probably to find a place to sleep.
I unlatched Whiskey’s leash and sat it on the carrier. The dog ran off, leaving me standing by the front door.
I opened up one of the doors on the left and looked into the garage. They really did just put everything in there, didn’t they? I shut that door and opened the door that stood on the opposite side of the hall. I flicked on the light and stared down the stairs that appeared to lead to a basement. I switched off the light and shut the door.
I walked further down the hall and came to two archways. One led to a large kitchen and the other led to the dining room. The foyer ended with what I supposed was the living room and the stairs that lead to the second story. I walked into the living room and found one door that was just a closet.
I walked back out of the living room and into the kitchen. I was really nice. Granite countertops, dark wood cabinets and very nice appliances. It had a very rustic feel about it.
I went over to the door that looked to lead outside and opened it. There was another covered porch, although it was much smaller and it led to the backyard. Dad was right. It was fenced in and looked like it had enough room to hold a dog park and a pool. “Whiskey!” I called.
I heard the dog running towards me and looked at him before pointing to the yard outside. “Go play.” He barked and ran out of the house and into the yard. I shut the door and made my way upstairs.
I flipped the light switch to turn on the hall light before exploring the rooms. There was one very large master bedroom with a nice ensuite and a walk-in closet and two other, smaller bedrooms. Only one bedroom had an ensuite but both of them had large closets. There was an office up here and I assumed that was for Dad’s use.
I walked back down the stairs before walking into the garage.
“Dad?” I called out.
“Yeah?” I hear him answer.
“Want to start moving furniture?”
“Yeah. Come on out here an help me, please!” I walked outside and begun helping my father move the boxes inside.
Hours later, we finished moving the boxes and putting everything back together.
I sighed and leaned against the wall of the living room and stared at the messy place. I was so happy it was only Thursday. That meant I had all weekend to get Dad to help me organize everything before I started school on Monday.
I stood up and walked around the house to try and find my dad.
I found him in the office upstairs, sitting up his desktop computer.
“Hey, Dad, do you want me to run to the store really quickly? We kind of need food,” I stated while I leaned against the door frame.
“Sure. Here,” he handed me a credit card. “Take a jacket with you though, it looked like it was going to rain. Also, try and get Whiskey back in before you go.”
“Alright. See you in a few,” I called over my shoulder as I left the office and entered my chaotic room. I dug around the piles of clothes for a jacket before finding one. I grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet before heading back downstairs.
I went to the back door and yelled for Whiskey. Just when the dog had made it onto the porch, the clouds above opened up and rain started to pour.
As I shut the door behind Whiskey I mumbled, “That was lucky.”
I rubbed the dog's head before grabbing a sheet of paper from one of the many notebooks shoved into one of the kitchen drawers and a pen.
I began making a list of everything we needed before leaving the house.
Once I had finished in the grocery store, it had stopped raining so I didn’t have to load groceries into my car in the rain. That also meant I didn’t have to take them into the house in the rain either.
Once I parked the car in the garage, I shut the garage door behind me after figuring out which button to push on the clicker thingy.
My dad came into the garage and helped me carry all the groceries in and put them away. After getting the dog and cat food inside I found the animals water and food bowls before giving them some food.
“What do you want for dinner?” I asked Dad, who was about to exit the kitchen.
“Something simple is fine,” he replied. “I’ll be in the office.”
I fixed some grilled cheese and soup before bringing my dad some. He thanked me for the food before he returned to putting files into a filing cabinet.
I left the office and walked back into the kitchen to enjoy my dinner at the large island in the middle of the kitchen.
After cleaning up my mess, I headed up to my room and barely changed into my pajamas before collapsing onto my bed.
I huffed a sigh and snuggled into the bed. It was a nice house. It really was, but I didn’t want to move when my dad had told me about us selling the house and I still had not wanted to move today.
But, I suppose there is nothing I can do about it.
I sighed again and closed my eyes, hoping I could fall asleep in this unfamiliar place.
Her name is pronounced Rose-Lynn. Like the flower, rose, then Lynn.
Hey guys! So if you all read the tags of this story and read Stay Strong, then you can probably tell that this story is different. I’m going to try my hand at writing this and I will hope that it turns out good.
Fingers crossed. Anyway, this is the first chapter, kind of boring, I know.
I hope you all enjoy it! Bye Bye!