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Kendra
As my dad pulled up to the Greens’ immoderate home I realized that my parents weren’t kidding. All the way here I had considered my parents raving about their friend Mark Green a bluff. Even as we sat inside our car on the ferry, I couldn’t help but think that my parents were taking me to Martha’s Vineyard. But not to stay with some stranger for a month.
Mark Green was a high school friend of both my parents. With her eyes gleaming, my mother had told me that he was a founder of a big computer thing – Her words, not mine. Unless it was Facebook or Microsoft then he wasn’t all that successful because I’d never heard of him.
The air that blanketed Martha’s Vineyard was the color of nickel in some areas and coal in others. Heavy with precipitation, it was difficult to breathe. Well, it was either that or my nervousness. Staying away from home was never a strong suit of mine. I never did the whole sleep away camp, although my parents encouraged it many times.
With what I assumed was a friendly smile, Mr. Green approached our gray Mini Cooper. My parents hopped out of the car to greet him while I took my time. I was in no rush to meet my host. Finally getting out, I lazily took my suitcases out of the trunk. In a heart beat Mr. Green had his hands around the handles of my two suitcases.
“Kendra we’re really glad to have you.” Mr. Green said peering down at me from behind his modern square framed glasses. With his chiseled jaw and gray, blue eyes he must have broken some hearts as a young man.
“Thank you,” I replied with my head bent.
Without anything to hold, I crossed my arms over my chest and walked up the coble stone path toward the house. I could hear my parents close behind having the time of their lives catching up with Mr. Green. At least someone was enjoying this.
Standing in front of the dark- stained front door was Mr. Green’s son, Robert. He was the spitting image of his father, except for his hazel eyes highlighted his features. Leaning against the door frame he looked like someone fit to be in GQ. I smiled at him and in return I got a half smirk while he rolled up the sleeve of his maroon cashmere sweater. Someone’s a little rude, I thought as I waited for my parents and Mr. Green in the foyer. The high ceiling and crystal chandelier made it look like a ballroom.
“Robert,” I heard Mr. Green say “Please take Kendra’s things and show her to where she’ll be staying.”
Robert stomped past me, my suitcases in his hands. I haven’t been here five minutes and I was all ready getting on someone’s nerves.
I quietly followed Robert up the winding staircase. Running my hands along the iron railings, I tried to compare this place to my own home. The carpet on our stairs definitely wasn’t lush red velvet, but instead a light tan that needed to be washed.
Turning the corner, Robert came to a white door with the words guest in a beautiful cursive writing. He opened the door, set my things on the bed, and left, slamming the door behind him.
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” I mumbled as I put my suitcases on the floor. I took a look around the room. The walls were painted an almost fluorescent white while the carpet was a shaggy purple fur. I walked toward a door on the right far side of the room. It led to a porch. I stood near the railing. The salty zephyr filled my nose as the wind rustled my hair around my face. I closed my eyes, letting the breeze calm me.
“Kendra?” I heard my mom call me. I walked back inside, the shaggy rug sinking beneath my feet.“Do you like it here?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it very nice,”
“Good, your father and I decided to leave today since there’s still time to grab the last ferry. Is that okay with you?”
I began to shake my head, but stopped. I could stay here. I wouldn’t always be with my parents. “Yes, that’s fine with me.” I walked over to the queen- sized bed in the middle of the room. I let myself fall on the comforters. Refreshing smells of lavender rouse from the sheets, making me want to bury my face in them. My mom took a seat next to me.
“You know I don’t want to leave you here, right? But it’s better like this. You need sometime off from home.”
I avoided her eyes and nodded. There wasn’t anything I could say to that. Mostly, because I agreed.
“Well,” My mom said standing up “I’d better get going, don’t want to be late.” I stood up and threw my arms around her neck. I took one last smell of the cheap perfume I’d gotten her for Christmas. Without me wanting them to, the tears that had suddenly begun pooling in my eyes fell.
“It’s okay, sweetie. It won’t be long before your home.” I nodded, desperately wanting that to be true.
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