Post by KrazyRandomness on Jul 25, 2009 5:39:56 GMT -5
Chapter One
The sun beat down with it’s golden rays draped over the house with the outmost care.
The house was small with only five rooms. The carpet was deep maroon in every room while all the walls were snow white. The door was made of old wood while the handle was rusted a little. Walking in the house led to the first room, the living room.
A small television stood on top of a carboard box. A window that was covered by a ebony certain let only glimpses of sunlight come in. The room also had a small fireplace, which only had ashes at the moment.
After this room was a hallway. Pictures of family and friends hung on the walls, smiling, or, sometimes, frowning down on the people that walked by.
The first room you came to was the bathroom. The carpet, surprisingly, ended in the middle of the room and turned into gray tiles. The sink was clean as was the toliet. The shower was small, but still big enough. The drapes were of pale blue.
Continuing down the hallway would take you to another room. Inside, books were scattered around while papers were neatly on the wooden desk. The bed was messy with piles of books on it’s surface. A man snored quietly in the chair. He was rather fat with a black mustache and beard running down his face.
Exiting the room and going straight lead to another room. This room had gained a window and could see the light outside with only an ivory curtain in the way. The bed was messy, with the purple sheet hanging off of the bed. A glass of water stood on the small wooden crate next to the bed while a navy blue notebook laid next to it.
Now the last room, which was at the end of the hallway. Opening the door, you would find concrete stairs that lead down. Dim light filled the room, making one able to see the dozens of boxes. One box that was pulled to the middle of the room was opened. Looking inside lead to seeing knick-nacks such as a silver flashlight and a worn out picture frame.
Sitting next to the box, her legs crossed, was Blythe Mackenzie Foxtrot. Her Caribbean blue eyes scanned over the paper while her apricot skinned left hand held it. Her other hand held a green flashlight, the one that worked. She blew a strand of dirty blond hair out of her face while she kept on reading.
“Blythe?”
Blythe quickly put the things back in the box and closed it. She pushed it over to the rest of the boxes and flinched as it banged. Her father came in, yawning. He looked over at her with the same Caribbean eyes. He shook his head and yawned out, “What are you doing down here?”
“I was reading.” she said, her eyes glancing over at the box.
“Yeah, well, we better hurry. Just looked at the clock, darling, and it looks like our plane leaves in an hour. Don’t want to be late.”
As Vince Gregory Foxtrot started up the steps, his daughter asked, “Papa, why do we have to leave America?”
He stopped. He rubbed his chin and looked at her before saying, “Because we need the money the U.K has a job for me.”
Blythe quickly ran up the steps and caught up with her father. She gave him a quick hug and asked, “What?”
“It’s…a surprise.”
Blythe smiled and quickly ran into her room. She got a brown bag from under her bed and quickly put her notebook in her bag. She reached under the bed again and took out a picture.
In the picture was women with lovely blond hair with beautiful green eyes. She smiled up at Blythe with white teeth.
“Love you, Mom.” Blythe said, smiling.
Blythe quickly put the picture in her bag and, looking at her room for the last time, closed the door. She ran to the door and smiled as her father stood there with their bags and her black trench coat. She put it on and followed her father to their pale blue Buick.
She sat down in the backseat, with her bag by her side. The azure sky watched over them as they drove off to the air port in Little Rock. Blythe felt memories start to replay in her head.
The time her and Vince went fishing and fell in the water when trying to turn the boat. The time she got a lizard in the school yard and her teacher did a lesson about it. Good times.
The ten year old smiled at the memories, but soon frowned. She wouldn’t be able to have those memories where she’s going. Her friends were here, in Arkansas, while her and widower father were heading to London.
When the car stopped, Blythe quickly looked out to see her best friend and her father.
Blythe smiled and ran out, given Vanessa a hug. The other girl smiled and returned it.
“Vanessa and her father will be having our car. We won’t be needed it where we’re going.”
Blythe frowned and looked up a Vince. She looked to the ground before giving Vanessa a hug again, her last hug, and heading into the airport. The sun bathed down in the airport while people walked to and fro. Blythe looked back at Vanessa and waved, feeling sadness come over her.
Vanessa waved, her black hair gently blowing the breeze. Her father waved as well before going in the car, Vanessa following later.
Vince wrapped his arms around his daughter, leading her to their plane. Blythe smiled up at him, but still couldn’t get the agony of losing her friend out of her heart.
The sun beat down with it’s golden rays draped over the house with the outmost care.
The house was small with only five rooms. The carpet was deep maroon in every room while all the walls were snow white. The door was made of old wood while the handle was rusted a little. Walking in the house led to the first room, the living room.
A small television stood on top of a carboard box. A window that was covered by a ebony certain let only glimpses of sunlight come in. The room also had a small fireplace, which only had ashes at the moment.
After this room was a hallway. Pictures of family and friends hung on the walls, smiling, or, sometimes, frowning down on the people that walked by.
The first room you came to was the bathroom. The carpet, surprisingly, ended in the middle of the room and turned into gray tiles. The sink was clean as was the toliet. The shower was small, but still big enough. The drapes were of pale blue.
Continuing down the hallway would take you to another room. Inside, books were scattered around while papers were neatly on the wooden desk. The bed was messy with piles of books on it’s surface. A man snored quietly in the chair. He was rather fat with a black mustache and beard running down his face.
Exiting the room and going straight lead to another room. This room had gained a window and could see the light outside with only an ivory curtain in the way. The bed was messy, with the purple sheet hanging off of the bed. A glass of water stood on the small wooden crate next to the bed while a navy blue notebook laid next to it.
Now the last room, which was at the end of the hallway. Opening the door, you would find concrete stairs that lead down. Dim light filled the room, making one able to see the dozens of boxes. One box that was pulled to the middle of the room was opened. Looking inside lead to seeing knick-nacks such as a silver flashlight and a worn out picture frame.
Sitting next to the box, her legs crossed, was Blythe Mackenzie Foxtrot. Her Caribbean blue eyes scanned over the paper while her apricot skinned left hand held it. Her other hand held a green flashlight, the one that worked. She blew a strand of dirty blond hair out of her face while she kept on reading.
“Blythe?”
Blythe quickly put the things back in the box and closed it. She pushed it over to the rest of the boxes and flinched as it banged. Her father came in, yawning. He looked over at her with the same Caribbean eyes. He shook his head and yawned out, “What are you doing down here?”
“I was reading.” she said, her eyes glancing over at the box.
“Yeah, well, we better hurry. Just looked at the clock, darling, and it looks like our plane leaves in an hour. Don’t want to be late.”
As Vince Gregory Foxtrot started up the steps, his daughter asked, “Papa, why do we have to leave America?”
He stopped. He rubbed his chin and looked at her before saying, “Because we need the money the U.K has a job for me.”
Blythe quickly ran up the steps and caught up with her father. She gave him a quick hug and asked, “What?”
“It’s…a surprise.”
Blythe smiled and quickly ran into her room. She got a brown bag from under her bed and quickly put her notebook in her bag. She reached under the bed again and took out a picture.
In the picture was women with lovely blond hair with beautiful green eyes. She smiled up at Blythe with white teeth.
“Love you, Mom.” Blythe said, smiling.
Blythe quickly put the picture in her bag and, looking at her room for the last time, closed the door. She ran to the door and smiled as her father stood there with their bags and her black trench coat. She put it on and followed her father to their pale blue Buick.
She sat down in the backseat, with her bag by her side. The azure sky watched over them as they drove off to the air port in Little Rock. Blythe felt memories start to replay in her head.
The time her and Vince went fishing and fell in the water when trying to turn the boat. The time she got a lizard in the school yard and her teacher did a lesson about it. Good times.
The ten year old smiled at the memories, but soon frowned. She wouldn’t be able to have those memories where she’s going. Her friends were here, in Arkansas, while her and widower father were heading to London.
When the car stopped, Blythe quickly looked out to see her best friend and her father.
Blythe smiled and ran out, given Vanessa a hug. The other girl smiled and returned it.
“Vanessa and her father will be having our car. We won’t be needed it where we’re going.”
Blythe frowned and looked up a Vince. She looked to the ground before giving Vanessa a hug again, her last hug, and heading into the airport. The sun bathed down in the airport while people walked to and fro. Blythe looked back at Vanessa and waved, feeling sadness come over her.
Vanessa waved, her black hair gently blowing the breeze. Her father waved as well before going in the car, Vanessa following later.
Vince wrapped his arms around his daughter, leading her to their plane. Blythe smiled up at him, but still couldn’t get the agony of losing her friend out of her heart.
