My Human Mate

Chapter 2

It creaked and groaned as we slowly made our way to the front door, but there was no indication that it would give way any time soon. The house was old, that was clear as day, but it still had character and proved that it would stand tall for who knows how many years more.

My dad held the door open for me as I made my way inside. The house was dark, due to the windows being blocked by thin curtains that prevented any light from coming in. I looked to my left, seeing that there seemed to be a door that led to some other place in the house.

As if hearing my thoughts, my father answered,"That's the office area. That's where l'll be most of the time." He smiled sheepishly as he made his way to the living room which was to my right.Before I followed him in, I began to observe my surroundings. The walls were painted a dark red color that have faded out throughout the years.The dark wooden floors appeared to have been polished recently, so they shined brightly despite the lack of lighting in the hallway. The wooden staircase, that was made up of the same wood as the floor, led to the second floor upstairs. It wasn't much of a grand entrance to a new home, but I liked it. It was simple, just what I have always l preferred.

I turned to my right and entered the living room. It was a decent sized area that now contained the same furniture that my dad had decided to stay with after all these years. My mother had picked them out personally after they had moved into their new home, which still stands back in Texas.She seemed to have had a mixed taste of a colorful, yet classy, style. The two couches that we had were of a vibrant fabric; one being a bright blue while the other was a bright green. In front of these two couches laid a classy looking coffee table that seemed to match the floors of this house perfectly. I couldn't help but laugh at the coincidence. Below both the coffee table and the couches laid a bright purple carpet that appeared to be made out of fur. Thankfully for me, it wasn't. I've never been a fan of this whole fur fashion statement.

I continued to look around the living room, smiling slightly as bittersweet memories of my mother entered my mind. I wasn't too young to not remember her, but as the years have gone by, the memories began to fade along with time. I tried to grasp onto as many memories as possible, but it just wasn't enough; which is why I have a family picture of us three before her passing that I always had on my night table. Whenever I felt the need to cry due to her absence in our lives, the picture always made me smile because of the goofy faces we all had decided to do when it was taken. We did take a serious one, but I had decided to keep that one instead since it always cheered me up even through my darkest times.

I looked up at my dad, who seemed to be observing the furniture as well with a sorrowful expression. Apparently sensing my eyes on him,he turned to me and smiled, not a hint of anguish from before displayed on his features.

"You just get settled upstairs in your room, kiddo. 'll take care of everything else. Most of the things inside the boxes are already up."

I nodded in acknowledgment. I was relieved to have heard that my dad had decided to come down here to set up a furniture a week before we both officially made our trip down to our new home. With the help of a friend, he had unloaded all of the furniture and important things so the whole settling down process wouldn't be too hectic for us both. The less I had to help with, the better. I know, I may do things for myself when it's necessary but l'm primarily a lazy person when you get to know me better.

I smiled as I made my way back into the hallway and began to ascend the stairs. Midway there, I stopped, forgetting to ask my dad which room was even mine. I know l could just look through the doors and discover them myself, but I didn't want to intrude his room. And yet, he always seemed to want to do so to mine; the irony.

Just when I was about to call out, his head popped through the door frame that led to the living room with a smile creeping up his face. "Yours is the one facing the backyard. And I think you might like something about it." With a wink, he disappeared back into the living room, leaving me dumbfounded.What was he talking about?

With a shrug, I spun around and continued up the stairs. As my feet reached the top step, I was surprised to see that only two doors were on this floor with two windows adjacent to them. I looked at both of them and headed to the one right in front of where I stood. I opened it slowly, taking in a deep breath as the door creaked opened. To my surprise, the room was quite larger than envisioned it to be.

My bed was lined up against the wall to my right with my favorite purple comforter and cushions.Beside the bed laid my wooden night table, which was painted black a few years back by my dad to compliment the bedspread. Right beside the door was my desk where I usually worked on for many hours after school and on the weekends. As | walked forward, I couldn't help but smile at the small book shelf that laid on the other side of the bed beside the window. The books were organized in alphabetical order, just like l always liked it. My dad had actually taken the time to organize them.Either that or he just took a picture of how I had it back in Chicago before dumping them all in the box. Typical dad.

I placed my backpack on my bed, my smile broadening as I noticed the window seat. I actually had one!I walked towards it and sat against the cushions, smiling happily as I noticed that he had gotten me one that matched the rest of my purple obsession I seemed to have. I gazed down at the yard below before settling my eyes on the forest before me. It was quite impossible to see over the trees, even if I was on the second floor, but I could tell that it seemed to stretch on for miles.

I turned my head to my left,surprised that I had not noticed the other two doors in the room. Why were there two?

I stood up and made my way to the one on the left which stood right beside the main door. Opening it wide, I smiled as I realized that it was a walk-in closet, a decent sized one at that.

I backed away from the closet, leaving it slightly ajar since I knew that I will have to settle my clothing eventually. It was Sunday afternoon and tomorrow was my first day at my new school.

Great!

I walked over to the other door, wondering if I actually was the proud owner of two closets rather than one; but to my surprise, I was greeted by an en suite bathroom. I couldn't contain my happiness as I jumped up and down and softly clapped my hands together. I may look like an i***t to someone if they were to walk into my room at this very moment, but I didn't care. I always had to share a bathroom with my dad, and to say that it was awkward and disgusting was an understatement. Let's just say that a person who is a neat freak sharing a bathroom with someone who doesn't necessarily care much for keeping things in order, was not something that correlated with one another that wel.

I stepped inside and took in the area. To my left large counter that stretched onto the other side of the wall. Right in the middle was a small,round sink, whichI hardly paid attention to after seeing the large amount of counter space I will have while living here. I turned to my right, seeing a large shower that took both ends of the wall with a small window that could easily hold my necessities. In the middle of the sink and shower was a decent sized toilet. Typical bathroom if you asked me; but having it in my room made it that much better!

I exited the bathroom with a smile on my face as I took in my new room. It was perfect, simply perfect.As I looked down at my bags that were now on the floor, excluding my backpack which was on my bed, I let out a loud groan. Coming here was the easy part. Unpacking and making everything just the way I liked was a completely different story.

I made my way downstairs after a long afternoon of setting up my belongings. It was actually an easy task and I was surprised at how quickly I had done it all. The only reason I took long was due to the fact that I had decided to take a nice long shower to ease some of the stress that slowly began to form.

I entered the living room and smiled at my dad who was sitting comfortably in one of the couches with a plate of pizza in his hand. He wasn't one who was fond of cooking, which I didn't mind one bit. I actually enjoyed the task.

I made my way to the other couch and helped myself to the plate of pizza my dad had laid out for me on the coffee table. I jumped and landed on the couch, glad that I had not spilled anything in the process. I smiled as my bare skin came in contact with the cool fabric of the couch. I was now wearing a black tank top with purple shorts, my typical 'night gown. It was comfy and something I enjoyed wearing whenever I was done for the day and simply wanted to relax by the TV.

I took a bite out of my pizza, almost groaning in pleasure as the double cheese slice nearly melted in my mouth. I gazed at the program that my dad was watching, not really paying much attention as I continued to devour the deliciousness that was waiting for me.

"So are you ready for tomorrow, kiddo?" my dad asked, facing me for a brief second before allowing his eyes to fall on the TV once more.

I gulped down the piece that I had in my mouth,suddenly losing my appetite as the realization of going to another new school dawned me. It was something I didn't want to think about in the few hours I had left before I had to go to sleep and to school in the morning.

I nodded, placing the plate on my lap as the sweet smell of my dinner no longer appealed to me.Seeing as his eyes seemed to be glued onto the TV,he never even seemed to notice the frown that now laced my features. Just the thought of entering a new school surrounded by new students with classrooms that held new teachers made my stomach churn.

I stood up slowly, my stomach suddenly filled with butterflies for an unknown reason. I have been to many new schools before, what made this one any different?

Yeah, I hated the fact that I had to start new, again, but I was able to cope with my new surroundings.