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Chapter Two
I took my time walking up the walk way to the porch, even though it was only about five steps. My luggage was still back there. I wasn't wheeling it through the mud, and over these cobblestones. My shoe hit the first step up to the porch and the door flew open. My uncle was there, in khaki shorts and a flannel shirt. Flannel! In Alabama!
"He must be crazy." I thought to myself, "It's ninety five degrees." Behind him trailed my aunt, who was stunning. In a spongebob white tshirt, a denim skirt and a bracelet occupying her left wrist, she looked about my age.
"Well, how about a hug?" my uncle asked.
"Oh..uh.." but my sentence didn't get finished, as he enveloped me in a hug but I didn't hug back. I couldn't. They were stealing from me everything I had ever known. I had no happiness for them.
"Come on in dear. Bob, get her luggage." My aunt said in a smooth voice with a slight hispanic accent. No matter how much I resented her, I envied her voice.
The house smelled of apples and spices, and it was a homely smell. It was pretty little inside, and I was feeling homesick for our huge living room with the glass doors. They led me to my room, on the same hall as theirs, with only one bathroom. Great. When I opened the door I saw newly furnished everything: desk, bed, dresser, chair, rug, curtains. They were lightly tinted orange with brown edging. My favorite color for curtains. I unpacked my clothing and pictures and sat down on the bed. I thought about everything that was happening and decided maybe I'd call Clye. I dialed his number and it rang.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hey, Clyde. I arrived, safe and sound."
"Oh that's great babe. How is it?"
"I just got here. It's hot. The house is f**king small. But, they seem okay."
"How long until you come home?"
"My attitude has to get fixed, I guess. I can fake that though." Suddenly, my door handle began to wiggle and in came my aunt. I shut the phone quickly and tried to hide it, but she wasn't stupid.
"Rachel, we have very strict rules here. One of which is that cellphone." She held her hand out, which I could tell was a very hard working hand, but I wasn't sure what she wanted. "I'll be taking it until you leave." she explained and I refused.
"No."
"I beg your pardon? But, yes. Cell phones are the one cause for teenage attitudes." and with that, she walked to my un made bed, fished the phone and turned on her bare foot.
"Oh, hun, one more thing. Here are the rules. Follow them."
With that, she left, and I sobbed into the pillows. This wasn't fair.
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