The
boys
next
door
Chapter
One
"It's so
hot!" My little brother complained from the back seat.
I shot him a dirty look, "I think it's nice." My
mom kept her eyes on the road.
"Can we have a bit of silence for the last mile
stretch?" She asked irritatedly.
I shrugged and looked out the window.
Here we were in Los Angeles California, the sun was shining and
the sky was blue.
"We'll be coming up on it." She muttered. She'd
been driving for a while.
She smoothly turned our black Prehis up a mildly steep but slick
driveway.
We parked in front of a humongous white, modern looking
house.
I grinned when I saw we had neighbors and I grabbed my tote from
the car.
I stretched my long legs and took off at a run for the front
door.
"It's unlocked!" My mom yelled, and I twisted the
knob of the double wide door and bulleted inside. I dropped my
bag on the dark mahogany wood.
"Amazing." I breathed. It was huge and
breath-taking.
"Bring your things up to your rooms and be back down for
dinner."
I rocketed up the wide wooden steps and down the hall into
the third door on the left.
This place was giant!
My room was the size of mine, my brothers, and my parents'
back in Connecticut.
I spun around, the white walls and sea green curtains billowing
in my sight.
I flopped onto the huge princess bed and relished in my violet
bedspread.
As I sat admiring the sand toned hard wood floor it finally hit
me how great my
new life would be. I was going to take charge and be a new
me.
A better me.
"Camille!" My mom called. I took my time getting
downstairs.
Another short story by
swimmyshark
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