The Lone wolf

The truck speeds down the interstate on our way to a new life in a new town. Dad has been driving for about two hours. My parents decided to move spur of the moment or at least it seems to be that way. Mom thinks it will be good for my younger sister to get away from the city, fresh air and all, and somehow got my brother and me to move along with them. I look out the window of dad's old Ford truck and see that we are about to pull off at an upcoming exit. Well, more of an old road that seems to lead up to someone's house rather than a town. The road in question is surrounded by old oak and spruce trees on both sides. It looks like it hasn't been repaved in years. Hell, it looks like no one has driven on it in at least a decade. This new town is not even on the map. We are moving from Canada to the United States. I don't know how my parents would have found the small town if my dad didn't have a childhood friend that moved to this town with an old college friend who was born in Stone Ridge, although said childhood friend died about a decade ago. "Blaine move over," My younger sister yells at me for the hundredth time since we left the hotel we stayed in last night. "Where do you want me to move," I yelled back, "if I scoot over any more I'll fall out of the truck." Even though I am small enough to barely take up one seat in the old truck, I still move over some more making my side push against the door. "Too bad," She said while trying to push me over more, which is impossible. "You two stop yelling, you are right next to each other," Mom said, turning around to face us, “Scarlett your brother can’t move over anymore.” And with that Scarlett stops trying to push me out of the truck, even if she does have a pout on her face. Finally! I do a small cheer in my head. "Thank you, mom," Robin stated, smiling like the mama’s boy he is. "Mama's boy," Scarlett and I say under our breath, before laughing. Robin turns toward us with a glare that could put anyone six feet under. "Kids look," Dad said, saving us from Robin and his deadly glare, as we began to drive through a small town. Stone Ridge, a large sign states in big bold lettering, our new home. Reading the sign one last time before we pass it, I see that across the bottom it tells of something about wolves. Dad turns down a road to our right. It has a market on one side and fields full of animals on the other. The truck turns again when we come to the end of the road next to what looks like a jailhouse. A little further down there is a small neighborhood that by the looks of it, it's more than a bit rundown. Driving down the road until we hit a bend. We turn onto a dirt driveway that is lined with old oak trees, and up to an old two-story house that looks to be in relatively decent shape. The house looks to be about a hundred years old or so but not much older than the other houses in town. It has peeling paint that covers the entirety of the house, its color all but bleached by the sun. Old wooden shutters that cover the windows, looking to be from the fifties at the latest. The steps leading to the porch look to be a little ajar with rusty old nails sticking out from the sides. When Dad stops the truck we all jump out heading for the back of it. We all grab our bags full of clothes and things we could not part with, from the truck bed. The box truck pulls up in front of the house a few moments later and the movers begin to unload furniture and boxes full of random things. I take my bags to the front porch of the old house before pushing open the front door. Not surprised when it lets out a grown as it scraps the wood flooring. Walking in through the front door I take a look around. Following the short hall that leads into the living room, I see a set of wood stairs to one side of the room and a fireplace made of mismatched stones to the other. The whole house looks to have white walls and old hardwood floors. Climbing up the creaky old wooden steps to a narrow hall that leads to the bedrooms with a single light illuminating its walls. Stopping at the top I see that the doors are all made of old oak painted the same off-white color with old brass handles. Twisting the knob on the door to my right, it swings open filling the hall with the sound of creaking hinges. I take a step into the room. Looking around the room, I see that it has a higher ceiling and two massive windows, so it must be the master suite. I closed the door and continued down the hall a little bit more. I open the first door to my left. Seeing the room is the next biggest in the house, meaning that it was Robin and I's room, I walked in. It has a small closet and a single window to one side of the room. The bigger of the smallest rooms will be scarletts and the last located on the lower level will be an office. I set my stuff down right as Robin comes in and does the same, putting his things on the opposite side of the room. After looking around our new home we decided to go back outside. Making our way back downstairs and out of the house, we go over to the truck to help the movers bring the rest of our things in the house. The movers already brought all our furniture in, putting it in the rooms where it belonged. After about two hours everything we own that was in boxes has been brought into the house. Mom begins to unpack the kitchen, while dad does the same in the living room. It is a good thing that the movers already put the boxes where they needed to be. Scarlett goes upstairs to unpack her room with Robin and me not far behind to do the same in ours. Robin starts with putting the clothes in the dresser and closet. I put sheets on the beds, before plugging in the clocks and lamps. Robin places the rug in the middle of our beds. Hanging curtains up along the windows, Robin and I finish up with our room. I take our toiletries to the bathroom, before going to check on Scarlett. I knock on her door and after hearing her say to come in, I open it. Looking around her room I see that she is about finished. "How do you like the house," I ask after a few moments. "It's okay but not home," She said with a sad look. "I'm sure you will love it once you get settled in," I tell her in hopes of cheering her up. I understand because what sixteen year old wants to move halfway across the continent to some small town. I help her set up the curtains and blinds, before taking a seat on her unmade bed. "Kids, your dad brought dinner home from the market," Mom yelled up the stairs to us kids, informing us that dinner was here. Meaning we had two minutes to get downstairs before she came up after us. I hear Robin run down to the kitchen. Hitting what sounds like his leg on the sofa. Walking downstairs with Scarlett, we head into the kitchen. Where I see Robin is already tearing into his plate of what looks to be some kind of sandwich. Grabbing the small paper package dad was holding out for me. I go sit down at the table across from Robin. Opening up the small white wrapping, I see that it is a regular ham and cheese sandwich and in a container sitting in the middle of the table there is a side of chips. After everyone finished eating, we made sure everything was cleaned up and put away in the cabinets. We all head to bed seeing as we have school and our parents have work in the morning. Getting to our room, Robin and I change into our sleepwear before climbing into our beds. Within minutes I am fast asleep in my new home in this new town.