The flight was smooth and the skies were actually clear. As the plane landed and we got off into the terminal, it finally hit me. All the emotions I was trying to ignore. All of it came at once smacking me hard in the face like a brick wall. No more nail salon trips and talking about our latest crushes with Sarah. No more clean, nut pure exciting fun with the twins’ parties. Daryn, oh there was Daryn. I am going to miss our talks. He listened to anything I had to say and was ready to comfort me when needed. He was the one that let me cry when I was frustrated about not figuring out what is wrong with my messed up head. He let me cry for what seemed hours. I wished there was a way to repay him for being there and now I have to move on. Leave him behind. It would be the same with just talking on the phone. His green-blue crystal eyes were what really helped. They always seemed to be beaming with life and always comforted me. I am going to miss his gentle smooth voice, never harsh. It was hard to admit my feelings were stronger than just a as a friend. I never wanted to ruin our friendship though. I dated other guys and told him about my dates, wishing the whole time he was there instead of the other.
The airport was a tiny shack compared to the big city airport I was used to. We rented our compact car that just big enough for the two of us. We piled our black generic luggage into the trunk and some in the back seat. We didn’t need to take much so we sold most of our possessions. We were planning on buying a car in town.
We pulled up to the beautiful two story house. It was made of rusty red bricks and blue trimming. It had a white veranda that wrapped all the way around the house. Staring at it made you feel like you were in a different era. It almost made me excited to be here. This was a dream house. I started to take my bags in the house and my mom flashed me that are you sure you can handle this look. “Mom I can take my bags in I’m not that helpless.” I could already feel the difference with the air. My blood didn’t pound annoyingly in the veins in my head. And my head wasn’t spinning out of control as I climbed the steps to the antique porch. The entry was breath taking. A sparkling gold chandelier hung in an oval entrance with smooth rich mahogany wood floors. My eyes panned the beige walls until I found the door way leading to the living room. The wood flooring continued through- out the rest of the house. The kitchen was open and flowed into a family room. As I was taking it in a voice behind me said hello I am Martha. I turned startled. A woman wearing a plain gray dress and a white apron was standing in the middle of the kitchen. Her eyes though were sincere were worn and a faint smile was pulling at the corners of her mouth. “I have been with this house for years, when I heard someone was moving in again it made me so happy!” Martha had been the keeper of the house since she was a young girl. Her mother worked for the owners until she died. When she died Martha took over. Mom came, gliding in the room and said hello. “Finally nice to meet you Martha”, my mom said energetically. “It is a pleasure Mrs. Brown”, Martha warmly chimed. “Aimee, I figured it would be nice for a change for someone to help around the house until you know, you are feeling a lot better.” Martha said she can keep up the house and it would be her pleasure. Well at least I am going to have a break from that for a while. Still I feel pretty horrible letting someone else do chores that I am pretty sure I am capable of doing. I went upstairs with my bulky luggage and threw myself on my little twin bed. I sighed, a huge breath out my lungs hoping it made me feel better. It didn’t. I stared up at the smooth
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