Beacon Hill, Boston.
"Welcome to Boston! Not too shabby, eh?"
"Mom... Stop shouting."
"Oh, am I shouting? Oops," The brunette flashed a cheeky grin, whirling around and hurrying up the steps to their new town house. Her keys jingled in her palm as she jiggled a little golden one into the doorknob of the left French door, looking over her shoulder, still smiling, "It's a little worn, but we'll fix that."
I grimaced as the older doors finally opened with a groan, revealing a small foyer, with steps ascending to the second floor, hugged to the right side of the wall, and then a long, narrow corridor on the left, leading into another part of the brownstone she'd yet to see.
"Girls? What are you waiting for? Grab something from the truck and let's explore! Isn't this great?" She disappeared inside with two duffle bags.
"Who's she trying to convince, us, or her?" I asked, pulling my hip length, cinnamon locks into a high ponytail, before grabbing a box I knew was to heavy for me, and heaving it up the steps and inside. Behind me, my younger sister snorted, grabbing a simple grocery bag with snacks and heading inside.
"Mom! Where are you?"
"In the kitchen!"
Upon stepping over the threshold, wooden boards beneath us groaned in greeting. An annoyed sigh escaped my lips as my younger sister took interest in them, rocking back and forth in her feet, a groan emitting from the ground with every shift in her weight.
"Knock it off."
She just giggled and passed me, purposely stomping down the hall, a cacophony of squeaks and hisses under every step. I trudged forward, behind her, noting naked walls with chipping paint, and eventually came to another open space. To my left, the kitchen, which I assumed was as outdated as the rest of the interior. On the right, was an wide empty section, presumably the living room which, by the look on my mom's face, she was already starting to design. A ways before me was a little sliding glass door. Sunshine seeped in through the panel, illuminating the floor boards and reflecting off then onto the ceiling, warmth centered in that one spot. That's when I noticed the house was colder than it'd been outside- but that was the fault of vacancy, of course.
As I dropped the box and poked my head outside, I sighed, sorely disappointed with the view. An unkept lawn, golden and crunchy, with one, towering tree left to rot, barren of leaves with outstretched branches that scratched on the rooftop eerily. A six foot high, weathered brown fencing surrounded the area, leaving just enough view of the distant mountains and other complexes.
"Like it?"
I jumped as my mom's head popped outside, beside mine, Brown eyes wide with hope.
"...Yeah, just... waiting for Caspers uncles to get home."
"Oh, stop," She disappeared again, and I heard the distant sounds of her footsteps as she scaled the stairs. "Come claim a room, kids! You're finally going to have your own room! Once we settle in we'll go get you enrolled!"
To that, I visibly slumped, plopping down on the small deck and slamming the glass door behind me. That was the last thing I wanted to think about.
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Next day
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East Boston High School
Riiiiiiing!
The school bells blared as I exited the car, waving off mothers wishes for a great first day. I'd heard it fourteen times in my life, it was getting a little tedious.
Teens sprinted to their classrooms, and I visibly grimaced- The dread of a classroom was the worst feeling ever. The squeak of expo markers, that one kid who refuses to stop texting, the misuse of AC- I dreaded. Absolutely dreaded it. Yet here I was, again, making my way across a palatial campus and to room 108, which was...
I smoothed out my crumbled schedule, audibly groaning as I read math. Math. Of course it was math.
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