Chapter 35: Indie - dreams, wishes, and hope

THE HOUSE IS nice and yellow with a pretty porch. It's fancy. the porch of my old house was small but had cute pillows on it for every season and other decorations around it to make it feel like that season. I remember William hitting the leaf every fall before he left. He's nineteen this year and in his second year of college. I wish I was just a little older so I can remember him more. I was starting middle school while he was a senior in high school. I was in sixth grade. I was in sixth grade when Esmerelda got rejected, I was in sixth grade when all I had to be stressed about was math homework and quizzes every Friday. Mrs. Shanders was such a bitch. She'd always call the boys strong and call the girls week and pointless. Uch. I turn over to the big tree from the porches view. The tree is big planted in the front yard, of course, and has blooming leaves because it's spring. I'm moving at the end of my sophomore year, wow. I go inside to help Uncle Kimmy and the others pack. The inside looks way better than the fancy outside: the high ceilings and arched entries, the living room is big and filled with boxes, the kitchen has nicer counters than my old house, more than enough cabinets all over the walls so organized accordingly, and the stove is so brand new! My feet get cold when I step off the carpet and onto the solid wood floor. The blond guy's here helping us move boxes up to the rooms matching the labels. Blond boy and I, go upstairs as the carpet of the stairs (unlike my old house with hard wooden stairs) leading out of the kitchen up to the bedrooms. Softening each and every step I take.