The Blue Eyes Rejected Me

Chapter 4

Putting the earphones in my ear, I unlock my iPod, go into my music, and hit the shuffle. Mirrors by Justin Timberlake starts blaring in my ears. Humming in my head, I sit back against the seat and close my eyes.

"Evangeline, wake up we are coming into the town." Dad says, shaking my leg. I slowly open my eyes.

"Huh." I mumble, rubbing my eyes. Not sleeping last night sure made up for today. I didn't have to sit through hours of boredom in a car. I look out the window to find nothing but trees in a massive forest. Glancing forward, I see a small wooden sign sticking up from the ground.

Welcome to Lupus Harbor.

So I was right. It is something Harbor. I'll have to tell Kristin the name of town to prove it actually exists. Once we passed the sign however, only forest existed, no Lupus Harbor.

"I thought you said we were outside the town. Do they live in the trees?" I ask looking up in the trees to see if I could find a treehouse or something.

"Haha," Mom snickers, "no they don't live in trees. This is still the towns territory, but the real town is up ahead a bit." Damn, living trees would be awesome.

Ten minutes later, there is still no sign of the actual town. "So how far is 'a bit' away?" I ask.

"Well, it should be here somewhere." Mom says.

As if right on cue, the first buildings of the town came into view. I'm surprised, I expected to see a bunch of wood shacks, instead I see brick and cement.

These buildings must be houses, seeing as there were porches in the front of them. As we keep on driving, the houses seem to get bigger and nicer. Eventually, a iron gate fence comes into view.

My jaw drops open as I see through the gate what must of been a mansion. We don't slow down, so all I get is a quick glance. But what I see sticks in my brain.

Majestic poles stand in front of the front door, holding up a patio right in the front of the house. Behind the poles is the huge red oak front doors that stand seven feet tall. On the front doors, is a gold knocker that seems to gleam brighter than the sun. The whole house, beside the doors, is a creme colored marble that clashes with the deep green of the forest that surrounds the house. The sides of the house each seem to have hundreds of windows, each were covered with a curtain on the inside of the house. The forest blocks the sides of the house as we keep on driving.

Who lives there? I thought this town was a rundown nobody town. Apparently, a very rich person lives in this town. Great, rich kids.

We keep on driving and about five minutes later we reach the town part of the Lupus Harbor. Here, there seems to be more than meets the eye. Store upon store flashes by. Clothing, shoes, Family Dollar, restaurants, a movie theater, a grocery store, a gift shop. This town seems to have everything.

The people walk on the sidewalks, absorbed in their own worlds. No one seems to notice the new car driving on their street. Today seems to be one of the rare hot days as girls flounce around in low cut tank tops and shorty shorts. Guys are wearing basketball shorts and wife beaters. Everyone seems to be out enjoying the hot weather.

The car keeps driving and we move on through the town, back into more residential areas. Stores turn into houses and the forest thickens.

We pull into a driveway and I start to observe my new house. The outside is painted a light blue that is extremely chipped in some areas and had been through too many rain storms. There's a small front porch that's next to the garage. The front door is a light brown that surprisingly goes with the blue house.

The house has two stories. On the first story, there's a huge window next to the front door that looks into the living room. The second story, however, has three windows side by side by side. I assume that those look into the bedrooms. Looking at the outside of the house, nothing special jumps out at me.

It's just a house, not even as nice as the one I left.

I slowly step out of the car, my earphones dragging on the seat. I toss my iPod on the backseat, not wanting to carry it. I look up at the house, a look of apprehension on my face. This is my new life, and so far it doesn't look good.

I follow my parents to the front door. My dad sticks the key in keyhole and turns the lock. It clicks open. He opens the door and steps inside. My mom goes in after him, and I go in after her. Our new house is packed with boxes, waiting to be unpacked.

I walk out of the foyer and into the living room. Our new living room is very spacious. The walls are a nice creme color with a white carpet. It would easily hold our dark brown couch, glass coffee table, 36 inch TV and the stand that holds our many DVDs, and our grandfather clock. There would be space to spare which will be nice.