3. Home Somethimes Isn't Where The Heart IsMature


Neither of us said anything as we drove out of town. The countryside began to reseed and slowly the landscape became urban. All the time that we sat in silence, I began to wonder why Jeffery and I were friends in the first place.

He was a couple years older then me, and much smarter and well contained. I was the complete opposite. I was smart, too. Just not in the same way. I was Street Smart. I knew the way go get what I wanted in the bbest way. And, as you can probably already tell, I have always been a wild kid.

When I was only small, I wasn’t allowed to go on field trips because I would always wander away from the group, piss off the workers or where ever it was we were going, and just do downright crazy things. I knew it wasn’t a good thing to do, but hey, you only live once.

I’d met Jeffery when I was only about six. Our moms became best friends through their yoga classes, and when they go together, Jeffery, my brother  and I would get together to play. I’d spent a lot of time with him, pretty much every weekend, and every summer.

And then my mom died.

It happened while she was driving my brother to hockey practice one night. They were hit by tractor trailer on the highway, and were dead at the scene. Chancy, who was only a year older then me, had been more a best friend then a brother. I was heart broken when he died, along with my mom, who was my mentor.

That left me with my dad, who later remarried and got really lazy and mean. He was pretty bad before my mom died, but now he’s just unbearable! Every little thing I do wrong, he jumps on it. So, eventually, I just gave up trying to be good and did bad things all the time. I was going to get yelled at anyways, so why not have a little fun?

So, there I was, looking for a new place to live and a new life. I knew it was going to be hard to handle, I could tell that. But I needed to show my father that I could do it, and that he could stop treating me like the little kid I wasn’t anymore. Jeffery then pulled up to a large house, with a room for rent sigh on the mail box.

“Well, here she is,” he said as he gazed down the long driveway, which was closed off by a big iron gate that was closed at the time. “Not too shabby, but I’ll imagine it will be a little expensive for the room.”

“Well,” I told him as I unbuckled my seat belt. “It’s better then sleeping on the streets or crawling back to my dad.” With that, I walked with a confident step up to the voice box and rung the bell. After a couple of seconds, a voice came through.

“….Hello.” It wasn’t even a question, just a flat and dull word. I clenched my sweaty palms and spoke optimistically.

“Hey, I’m here about the room for rent.” I said as I held down the button. After that, a couple more moments of silence, and the gates gave a low groan, and pulled back. I glanced back at Jeffery, who was looking at me with big eyes. He was scared for me. So, I gave him my secure grin and walked through the gates towards the house.

The house was so classy. The driveway was cobble stone and a small but awesome fountain stood in front of the big garage doors. I doubted that I would be able to pay what they wanted for the room, but if I gave up all my savings, I might be able to afford one month or so.

The door slowly opened as I made my way up the steps of the porch. A tall girl looked out at me and gave me a run over with her eyes. They seemed to say that same thing I was thinking, which was what am I doing here?

“Hello,” she said tonelessly and ushered me in. I slipped past her into the beautiful house and stared. “Yes, it is beautiful, and there is a room for rent.” She told me, swiftly closing the door and looking me in the face.

“But I don’t think you’re quite the person we were looking to fill it with.” She said boldly as she scrutinized me again with her sharp hazel eyes. “Aren’t you a little young to be away from mommy?”

I swear, if I hadn’t been in the situation where I needed her on my good side, I would have punched her in the face right then. I did look young for my age. Most people think I’m only about fourteen, when really, I’m almost eighteen. Most people don’t even mention it anymore, because they know I will get mad. But this girl was just plain bitchy.

“Well, If you’d like to discuss that with my father, go right ahead.” I told her, trying to dismiss the subject before I got really angry. “He’s the only reason I’m here right now.”

The girl laughed a little then finally showed me some form of humanity. She smiled, as if saying that she liked me a little, and offered me her hand. “Father trouble? We’ve got something in common. I’m Luna, by the way.” I shook her hand and shot her my crooked smile. “Silver.”

She dropped her hand and looked out the window. “You’re friend, he’s gone.”

“Yeah, so?” I inquired as I looked arounf the place a little.

She looked at me with confused eyes. “How are you going to get home?”

I looked her in the eyes and smiled briefly. “I am home,” I told her shortly, and sprawled out on the leather couch the sat in the greeting room of the house. Her eyes widened a bit and she bit her lip.

“Haven’t you any bags to bring, belongings?” she asked as she once again looked out the window into the driveway. She looked a little nervous, skittish almost. I followed her glance, and saw that a black car had pulled up in the driveway.

“What? Are you anxious to get rid of me? Already?”

“No, not at all, it’s just.-“

She swiftly stepped out of the way as the door sung open. A cool draft blew into the room as a boy, a year or so older then me, stomped in. He quickly threw off his coat, which landed on the couch beside me and he turned to Luna. His eyes were eager, and he looked full of energy.

“I followed them till about halfway down Crystal Avenue, and they disappeared. Something must be going real bad for them to just-” he spoke hastily; barley even putting pauses between his words. Although he was finally brought to a stop when Luna, who I believed was his sister, gave him a sharp glance and nodded her head in my direction.

At first he didn’t seem to quite get what she was inquiring, but slowly, he turned to me, and I gave him a little smug smile. He looked me over, just as his sister had done, and then grimaced.

“She’s total scrap off the street, you know? I don’t give a damn about what dad said, she’s not staying.” He told Luna as he climbed a couple steps up the sairway. “No, we’re giving it to someone who actually needs it.” He retorted and looked back at me. “Go home, little girl. You’re not wanted here.”

With that he clambered up the rest of the steps, disappearing from my sight. I looked at Luna, who was just shaking her head, and giving me an apologetic smile. She didn’t seem surprised, however. He must just be that kind of person, who thinks’ they make all the decisions.

“Well, that was pleasant.” I commented as I got to my feet, slinging my back pack over my shoulder. I didn’t care that he’d insulted me, he was a jerk. He was only doing that because he wanted to make himself feel better, so I let it go. Poor kid.

“I’m sorry about him,” Luna told me as she led me down the hall. “He’s just uptight because our parents just left us. Quite unexpectedly, really.” Well, he was in the exact opposite situation I was in now. His parents left, mine kicked me out. And he thinks he got it bad.

“No, it’s okay.” I told her as we entered the room; it was fully furnished and everything, it just didn’t have any sings of being lived in recently. “This is it, then? It’s nice.” I threw my bag onto the desk chair and explored the place. It was an unusual shaped room, with plain white walls that were begging to be painted.

“Yep, and it’s all yours.” Luna told me and turned to leave, but she hesitated at the door. “And don’t listen to what Roy says. He just thinks that now that our dad is gone, he runs things around here.” She explained to me in a flat tone. She turned back to me and winked. “But he can think whatever he wants. We run this place, not him.”

I smiled at her and nodded. “What about money though? How much do I owe you?”


“Um, no really. How much?”

 She shrugged leaned up against the door frame. “My father instructed me to give the room to the first person that came, free of charge.” She said and gave a dismissive shrug. “And that person is you, so you owe us nothing.”

The End

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