Back Talk: Chapter 1 - A Warm Welcome

by Carolyn

this is the story I wrote the plot for. What do you think of the title?

I slam the car door. I watch my mom’s pained expression with some satisfaction. I think she cares more about the fact that it’s a new car, than the fact that I hate this place.

I look around. There are houses, buildings and cars everywhere! This is way different than where I used to live. In the country, there weren’t many cars, the houses were spread out, and there were lots of fields. And, more importantly, horses.

My father loves horses, but my mother thinks horses are too dangerous to be around. What does she know? I’ve been asking her for actual lessons, but the closest I got was riding a fat pony along roads and farmer’s driveways. I’ll just have to find lessons myself. Not that they have any room for horses here. I sigh.

The moving men are carrying the furniture in, while my mom directs them frantically. I yank my boxes out of the car’s trunk and carry them into the house. The house is pretty big. I carry my boxes up the stairs, and choose a room for myself. It has a window facing a park, so at least I can have a nice view, instead of looking at a bunch of taxis and sky-scrapers. Ugh.

If my parents hadn’t gotten divorced, I wouldn’t have to put up with this. I hear my mom’s high heels tapping the wooden floor as she comes up the stairs and into the room.

“Move your stuff, the moving men are bringing your furniture up,” she orders, waving a newly manicured hand.

I roll my eyes and moodily shove the boxes into the closet. My mom goes back downstairs to her room to unpack, and make her room look perfect. She keeps yelling up the stairs for me to unpack, but I just sit on my bed and stare out the window.

There is a knock on the door, and I hear the hurried tip-tapping of my mom’s heels as she rushes to answer it. I hear quiet conversation, and then my mom yells, “Raini, come down here!”

I wait a little bit, and then she yells again “Raini, get down here now!”

I stand up, and walk as slowly as possible towards the door. When I finally get to the door, I slouch against the door frame. My mom smiles apologetically at the stranger. The lady in the doorway is slim and short. She has graying mousy brown hair.

“Hi dearie, I’m Jane!” she announces enthusiastically.

I scowl at her. ‘Dearie’? Seriously? She seems to notice my expression, because she says, “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today!”

I’m about to make a smart comment, but I just give her the evil eye and stomp up to my room. I sit in my room, looking through photos. Then, I flop back on my bed and fall asleep. I wake up when I hear someone next to me. I slowly open my eyes. My mom is flipping through the photos.

“Ever heard of privacy!” I snap.

My mom looks up, startled. “I was just coming to tell you dinner’s ready.” She drops the photo, and starts walking out of the room, saying “It’s pizza,” over her shoulder. As I stand up, I see the photo out of the corner of my eye.

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Jul 03, 2011
u r awesome!
by: Anonymous

that's awesome!!!! you should write the rest of it!
i like to write... but its nothing compared to that!☺
I ♥ Animals!

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