Awkward.
Two.
By the time I awoke from my slumber we were just a few blocks away from the building that I would soon call 'home'. I tugged the headphones from my ears and switched off my musical savior. So far the neighborhood seemed dingy, dirty, and sort of dangerous, which I suppose was sort of a good thing considering it was a nice fit with my personal preferences. I had never been one for the white-picket communities.
"Here we are Ellen." My mother said, coaxing me from my trance-like state. I gazed at the small, split-level house before me, it was shabby and had a nice 'homey' feel to it. I glanced at the address on the mailbox, 69 Salter Place, I giggled at the number. Yeah, I still have the horrible gutter-mind of a teenage boy, which doesn't make that much sense considering I'm very much a female.
"It looks, nice." I said as I followed my mom up the front walk-way to the door of our new home. The crisp Jersey wind went straight through my black Misfits hoodie, but it was a refreshing wind with the salty smell of the ocean mixed with the pungent smell of pollution. A very calming mix, for myself at least.
Once the door was unlocked I took my first step into our new house. The walls were covered in wood paneling, it was small and cozy, I liked it. The little entrance led to the living room, which held the open doorway to the kitchen on one side and a staircase leading upstairs and a door on the other. I went to investigate upstairs first, the stairs creaked under the weight of my steps. Upon my arrival I found three more doors, the one to my left held the master bedroom and to my right was a bathroom and a second bedroom. I wandered into the bedroom guessing that it was to be mine.
It wasn't very appealing to me with it's light blue walls and creamy white carpet, but those were minor details that could be changed. There was a small closet on the right wall, and inside of it I found a few stray Pokemon cards and an Iron Maiden cassette forgotten by the last occupant of the room. I collected the items and shoved them in my pockets figuring that I could put the cards with my collection and the tape into my stereo considering that the artist was one of my older favorites. With one last glance I slipped out of the room and retraced my steps back to the living room to peek into the other door.
I opened it to find myself staring down a set of stairs, I presumed it was the basement. I flicked on the switch next to the door and walked down the steps into the now illuminated room. It was much more fitted to my liking then the bedroom upstairs. The gray carpet was stained providing a lived-in sensation and the walls were wood paneling once more, speckled with odd colors of paint here and there, leaving me to guess that it's last owner was some what of an artist. I also discovered a large closet and an en-suite bathroom in this lovely domain. There was no question at all that this would be my room.
I walked back upstairs to find my mom already dragging in boxes from the moving truck that had apparently just arrived. As she and the movers piled our things into the house I began to organize a bit and put the boxes in their correct rooms. This actually turned out to be pretty time consuming and before I even realized it several hours had passed by. Everything was now inside of the house and all of the furniture was in it's rightful places around the house, the contents of the plethora of boxes scattered about the house still needed to be unpacked and organized though.
"Ellen, why don't you go work on setting up your room while I order us a pizza?" My mom suggested as we stood in the crowded living room together. I nodded in agreement.
"Alright. You know, I actually like this place."
"I'm glad to hear that, I like it too." We exchanged small smiles before retreating to our separate duties. I surveyed the sea of boxes surrounding me once I got down to my new bedroom, I found a group marked 'clothes' and decided to unpack them first. I sorted out my various band shirts, jeans, and other clothing items into my closet, not really being too meticulous knowing that it would soon be a disarray of both clean and unclean articles alike. Being interrupted once by the call of pizza from upstairs.
After clothes I moved onto other things like cd's, posters, books, and such. I had my bed up in a corner against the wall opposite of the stair case, next to it were two bookshelves, on the left wall was my desk and a stand holding my tv, and on my right wall was my stereo. I worked on getting my stuff put away well past the witching hour and on into the next morning, not stopping until nearly six in the morning, having just one more thing to put away. That 'thing' happened to be a shoe box full of possessions I didn't exactly care for my mother finding, such as my cigarettes, my stash of money, my journal, and other various things she wouldn't approve of. I had decided upon the perfect hiding place, the ceiling. It was one of those odd paneling ones that you usually saw in schools, it was about a foot lower then the actual ceiling and you could easily pop out the panels and hide things.
I stood on top of my desk and lifted the panel above over, I glanced around the empty space and noticed there were already some objects up here. Lots of empty alcohol bottles, pill containers, and about five notebooks all strewn near the space above my bed. I quickly shoved the shoe box up there and hastily replaced the panel before hoping down and walking over to my bed. Apparently the previous resident had the same idea as me. I climbed up on top of my bed and shifted a near by ceiling tile, I reached my hand up and felt around a little before my fingers came in contact with what felt like the stack of notebooks. I pulled them down one by one and set them carefully on my bed, reaching back up I slid the panel back in place and then sat down.
Each journal had a different colored front; black, green, red, yellow, and orange. I ran my hands over them, wiping away the stray cobwebs and dust before picking the red one up and shoving the rest underneath my bed. My eyes wandered over to the top of the stairwell to make sure my door was closed before I opened the notebook.
"Here we are Ellen." My mother said, coaxing me from my trance-like state. I gazed at the small, split-level house before me, it was shabby and had a nice 'homey' feel to it. I glanced at the address on the mailbox, 69 Salter Place, I giggled at the number. Yeah, I still have the horrible gutter-mind of a teenage boy, which doesn't make that much sense considering I'm very much a female.
"It looks, nice." I said as I followed my mom up the front walk-way to the door of our new home. The crisp Jersey wind went straight through my black Misfits hoodie, but it was a refreshing wind with the salty smell of the ocean mixed with the pungent smell of pollution. A very calming mix, for myself at least.
Once the door was unlocked I took my first step into our new house. The walls were covered in wood paneling, it was small and cozy, I liked it. The little entrance led to the living room, which held the open doorway to the kitchen on one side and a staircase leading upstairs and a door on the other. I went to investigate upstairs first, the stairs creaked under the weight of my steps. Upon my arrival I found three more doors, the one to my left held the master bedroom and to my right was a bathroom and a second bedroom. I wandered into the bedroom guessing that it was to be mine.
It wasn't very appealing to me with it's light blue walls and creamy white carpet, but those were minor details that could be changed. There was a small closet on the right wall, and inside of it I found a few stray Pokemon cards and an Iron Maiden cassette forgotten by the last occupant of the room. I collected the items and shoved them in my pockets figuring that I could put the cards with my collection and the tape into my stereo considering that the artist was one of my older favorites. With one last glance I slipped out of the room and retraced my steps back to the living room to peek into the other door.
I opened it to find myself staring down a set of stairs, I presumed it was the basement. I flicked on the switch next to the door and walked down the steps into the now illuminated room. It was much more fitted to my liking then the bedroom upstairs. The gray carpet was stained providing a lived-in sensation and the walls were wood paneling once more, speckled with odd colors of paint here and there, leaving me to guess that it's last owner was some what of an artist. I also discovered a large closet and an en-suite bathroom in this lovely domain. There was no question at all that this would be my room.
I walked back upstairs to find my mom already dragging in boxes from the moving truck that had apparently just arrived. As she and the movers piled our things into the house I began to organize a bit and put the boxes in their correct rooms. This actually turned out to be pretty time consuming and before I even realized it several hours had passed by. Everything was now inside of the house and all of the furniture was in it's rightful places around the house, the contents of the plethora of boxes scattered about the house still needed to be unpacked and organized though.
"Ellen, why don't you go work on setting up your room while I order us a pizza?" My mom suggested as we stood in the crowded living room together. I nodded in agreement.
"Alright. You know, I actually like this place."
"I'm glad to hear that, I like it too." We exchanged small smiles before retreating to our separate duties. I surveyed the sea of boxes surrounding me once I got down to my new bedroom, I found a group marked 'clothes' and decided to unpack them first. I sorted out my various band shirts, jeans, and other clothing items into my closet, not really being too meticulous knowing that it would soon be a disarray of both clean and unclean articles alike. Being interrupted once by the call of pizza from upstairs.
After clothes I moved onto other things like cd's, posters, books, and such. I had my bed up in a corner against the wall opposite of the stair case, next to it were two bookshelves, on the left wall was my desk and a stand holding my tv, and on my right wall was my stereo. I worked on getting my stuff put away well past the witching hour and on into the next morning, not stopping until nearly six in the morning, having just one more thing to put away. That 'thing' happened to be a shoe box full of possessions I didn't exactly care for my mother finding, such as my cigarettes, my stash of money, my journal, and other various things she wouldn't approve of. I had decided upon the perfect hiding place, the ceiling. It was one of those odd paneling ones that you usually saw in schools, it was about a foot lower then the actual ceiling and you could easily pop out the panels and hide things.
I stood on top of my desk and lifted the panel above over, I glanced around the empty space and noticed there were already some objects up here. Lots of empty alcohol bottles, pill containers, and about five notebooks all strewn near the space above my bed. I quickly shoved the shoe box up there and hastily replaced the panel before hoping down and walking over to my bed. Apparently the previous resident had the same idea as me. I climbed up on top of my bed and shifted a near by ceiling tile, I reached my hand up and felt around a little before my fingers came in contact with what felt like the stack of notebooks. I pulled them down one by one and set them carefully on my bed, reaching back up I slid the panel back in place and then sat down.
Each journal had a different colored front; black, green, red, yellow, and orange. I ran my hands over them, wiping away the stray cobwebs and dust before picking the red one up and shoving the rest underneath my bed. My eyes wandered over to the top of the stairwell to make sure my door was closed before I opened the notebook.
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1/23/14