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Friday, August 16th
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There's a knock on my door and Varushka's voice is loud and clear. "Ms. Evangeline, it's time to get up. Waffles are ready for you downstairs!" Before the sound of the vacuum blared outside my door. I sat up on my bed and stretched before grabbing my phone and checking the time, it was only 9:21 a.m.
I get out of bed and choose my clothes for the day, but as I am walking towards my closet, I notice a moving truck parked outside the front of my house, giving me a clear view of the movers taking out furniture and taking them to the house next to me. The house next to us belonged to an old couple that retired and moved to Florida, so it had been vacated for a year up until now I guess.
I walk closer to my window and open the double doors to get a closer view. I walk onto the balcony and try to see who the new owners of the house are. Another knock on my door makes me look away and Varushka enters the room. "Oh, you saw that we have new neighbors?" She says, her Russian accent still slightly noticeable.
"Yeah," I say, "Did you happen to see who it is?"
"I think it was a small family. Parents and a boy."
"A boy?"
"Yes! I think he was your age?" She says scratching her chin.
I look back outside and I finally catch a glimpse of the family that Varushka was talking about. She comes and stands outside with me and we watch a couple around their late thirties and their teenage son. His hair seems long and it loosely covers his eyes, barely making out his facial features. He was wearing a shirt with messy words, clearly belonging to a logo of some kind of death metal band, black pants with a chain and patches, and some thick bracelets on his wrists.
"He looks troubled," Varushka says next to me.
Although we were on the second floor of the house and they were on the street, the boy turns his head upwards and stares at the both of us like he heard us talking about him. Even though his eyes were covered by his long strands of hair, he was definitely looking right at me. I slowly turn around and Varushka follows right behind, closing the balcony door.
"How about you get ready and I make you protein berry smoothie, yeah?" Varushka asks with a smile. I nod.
Varushka came to the United States from Russia when she was sixteen and started working for my parents when she was twenty. Now she's twenty six and has been helping me ever since I started high school. She was like an older sister to me even though I have a sibling, Josh. He was my younger brother of two years and also went to the same school as me. He was in between the middle and top tier of the social hierarchy, but wasn't athletically gifted. He preferred to just play his guitar and make noise in his room with all sorts of instruments.
