This will turn into an adventure novel, but for this segment it gives no hint of it being that. So, that's why I have posted it in here. Anyway, please feel free to tear this apart. It's my baby and I'm super proud of it, but I want to be even more proud of it by the time I'm finished with the novel. Thanks in advance!
The sky has always been such a fascinating thing to me. It’s a bright blue – when clear – and seems so endless. Sometimes I wish I could go to the edges of the horizon and find the end, even though I know it would never come. Even in the night it’s beautiful; the stars that dot the sky seem like angels watching over me, taking up a space that is so immense, so amazing. What captured me the most, however, is that no matter where you are… the sky remains the same. When you’re in an unfamiliar place, you at least have that blue expanse that hangs above you.
So when my father got a new job and we moved to a small town, I took comfort in the fact that the sky looked the same. In a world that was completely foreign, it was the only thing that was familiar. Everything in this town, from the picturesque houses to the well-kept, bright green grass was different from the messy neighborhood I had lived in while in Austin. It all seemed like something from out of a movie, but I felt so out of place. This wasn’t me, wasn’t something I was used to.
When we pulled into the driveway, my father didn’t slow down. We stopped just inches from the garage door and despite my mother’s dagger glares, my father laughed. When my parents got out of the car, I could tell that there was happiness just pouring out of them in the way they moved, the way they looked at the house in awe, the way they held themselves… And even though I was still upset with the move, I couldn’t help but smile at their joy. My parents didn’t often seem so content with life. It was nice to seem them feel that way.
“Come on!” my mom exclaimed, beckoning for me to come over when she realized I was still in the truck. I let out a hefty sigh and unbuckled, my eyes glancing at the sky as anxiety filled me. I relaxed almost immediately and felt a little better. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I had made it out to be; moving could be good. I should count it as a new adventure.
The inside of the house looked just as perfect as the outside; the rooms were big and spacious, with a wooden floor that almost sparkled in the sunlight. It was very beautiful and I could tell that I was going to love the house. It seemed perfect, like a fairytale home. There was a touch of familiarity, of warmness. Maybe the sky wouldn’t be my only comfort in the move.
“Why don’t you go pick out your room,” my father said, catching me staring in awe at the living room. “And close your mouth. A fly might get in.”
I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Maybe it’ll be yummy.”
He didn’t reply, so I turned around and made my way to the stairs. As I walked upstairs, I felt a shiver run down my back. It felt as if someone was nearby, watching me. But when I looked around, there was nobody anywhere nearby. I hugged my arms around myself and stopped at the top of the stairs. My eyes scanned the hallway, settling on a door that was slightly open. I walked over to push the door open and my mouth dropped. The room was huge. On the opposite side was a bay window, perfect for studying or reading. The closet was large enough to fit all of my clothes and more, which said a lot. The rest of the details didn’t mean a thing to me; I was already sold.
“It has a good view of the street,” my dad said as he walked in. He knew I had to see the yard. I don’t know if I could call it a phobia, but I always grew nervous if I couldn’t see the front of the house. “It would be a good room for you.”
I nodded. “It’s… nice. Thanks, Dad.”
“I’m just glad it makes you happy, Alaina.”
I smiled and walked over to give him a hug. Despite the uneasiness I had felt in coming here, I could tell the shell I’d made to hide away had broken and fallen away.
