Where i need to be part 9
(would have been up sooner but my little brother erased it.
:/ )
I drove the rest of the three hours. You could definitely tell we
were in the deep south. The Spanish moss hung low from the large,
twisted and gnarled tree limbs. Alligators kept popping their heads
up in the swamps on either side of the road as if to say "stop
disturbing the peace" (it wasn't my fault Rusty was
extremely loud.) The Spanish moss hung so low over the dirt and
gravel road at one point is scraped on Rusty's roof. Creepy
much?
"Woah dude I'm like flipping out! Look at me! I'm
covered in goose bumps!" Brandon yelled and shoved his arm in
my face to show me.
"I'm trying to drive Brandon! Do you want to end up
alligator food?" i laughed and pushed his arm away.
I leaned over the wheel and looked up through the windshield. Only
little pieces of sunlight shone through the trees and the moss. It
gave it an eerie, dark feeling as though the people who had rode or
driven on this land before us were watching us.
God i couldn't wait to get into town! The swamps receded and
soon a sidewalk was visible. The marshes became grass and lawns to
secluded, ancient plantations. After about ten minutes we saw
a sign that said "Welcome to Fredmont, Home of the World's
Finest Peaches And World's Softest Cotton"
We kept driving and we soon came upon little old victorian houses
with veranda porhes and people relaxing on them in the summer's
heat. The air here was heavy with the humidity so you knew we were
nearing the ocean. Plus it was hot.
We drove a little deeper into town and then we came upon a few
stores. A piggly wiggly, a pharmacy, a dress shop, a clothing
store, a hardware store, and i kid you not, a general store whose
sign must have been 100 years old at the least! We decided to try
the General Store first to see if anyone knew my grandparents.
"What if they're dead?" i blurted out quickly braking
and parallel parking Rusty.
"Then we turn around and head on home. Stop worrying and come
on" Brandon assured me and got out of the car.
We walked into an air conditioned shop full of random antiques. If
we didn't have somewhere to be, i could have easily spent the
afternoon in there. the cashier was a kind looking man about 40,
with balding black hair. He had his charming well known Southern
smile on as we approached him. "hello there miss, what can i
help you with?" the man said standing up ready to assist
me
"Hi. Um i know this is random but do you know Eugena
Edna Merchant and Brent Timothy Merchant?" i said looking at
my hand which had their names written in sharpie on my palm.
"Y'all aren't from round here are y'all?" he
said with a thick Southern drawl
"No were not. Were from very very far away."
"Well that explains it. Everyone knows the
Merchants!"
"Oh. Um could you give us directions to their home
please?"
"Sure miss!"
He wrote the directions on piece of receipt paper.
"You know miss, you're eyes are very familiar. do
y'all family in these parts?"
I looked at Brandon. He shrugged. thanks a lot you're
lots of help there!
"Um yeah. Were visiting."
"Well enjoy yourselves! Have a nice day miss."
"You too."I said and we left.
"I'll drive! It's your birthday afterall!" said
Brandon.
"Alright i'll read you the directions."
We drove straight through the town. Once the stores and
smaller houses were behind us, you could really begin to see just
how old this place was. The houses became ancient plantatations,
with lots of land in between. there were some horses and farm
animals but mostly peach orchards and cotton fields. It was
beautiful.
"It's so hard to see my mom living out here." i said
to Brandon.
"Yeah well it's not like you've seen her anywhere
great either." he replied
Soon we came to the end of the directions as we turned down a dirt
and gravel road. Spanish moss trees were planted on both sides of
the road but unlike when we drove in, it was light. Beyond the
trees was a huge rolling plain, as green as it gets. soon the road
gave way to an opening and there was the most beautiful house i had
ever seen.
"wowza. Rusty has never looked more out of place." said
Brandon his mouth wide open. my thoughts exactly.
The house (or should i say plantation/mansion) was white with a
Victorian style detailed light
blue wraparound porch. The rest of the house towered above it. The
windows had light blue shutters and window panes. On the
porch there were small white tea tables with matching chairs. The
front lawn was neatly trimmed. The driveway made a
large circle breaking slightly to lead to the walkway to the porch.
In the middle of the circle was yet another Spanish moss. (really
what was with the Spanish moss?)More (!) large Spanish moss
trees made a crescent shape around the front lawn. and behind the
house was more rolling plain and cotton fields with a peach and
pear orchard in the left break of the trees. In the right break of
the trees there was a grotto devoted to the Virgin Mary. There was
a statue of Her with a garden and a kneeler. Brandon parked the
car and we walked up to the porch. I could hear my own
heartbeat as we walked the cobblestone walkway. Brandon grabbed my
hand for a quick second and gave it a squeeze and let it go again.
We could hear noises coming from inside the house
when...
Where i need to be part 9 (would have been up sooner but my little
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Jul 28, 2010 12:55am
ConverseChiiickx3 · 1 decade ago
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When..? Ahh! So good(: