C A S S I D Y
❝ it is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply. ❞
— unknown.
It took a while to grow accustomed to the new area, Eastville. Even the streets itself were so entirely different, it made sense why no one but my father and mother had desired for the new job opportunity.
This town was nowhere near remotely close to New York. It would be a miniscule grain of white sand compared to a gigantic skyscraper. Alright, maybe I was ever so slightly exaggerating, but a measly population of three thousand people wasn't anything outstanding on the world scale.
The air was quite cleaner; it reminded me of an intake of cool water after a long day of sweating underneath the blistering sun.
"So what do you kids think?" Mom adds in a blatantly anxious tone as we approached the destination of their home.
Home. . . it was a weird word to even wrap my fingers around. I know home is where your loved ones are, but I was not entirely convinced that I could even grow to like a new place in a span of a year. Change was difficult to comprehend at times.
"Well, I see trees," Connor comments in with a short snort. "They are everywhere. It seems like some sort of nature park gone wrong."
He wasn't joking in the slightest. The people away from the busy metropolitan side must fervently love nature, because in the time frame of the twenty minutes of driving in here, we've encountered more than ten park signs and entrances around here. All of them filled with similar large, leafy trees; their branches and leaves large enough to be used as canopies for the shrubs and ferns speckling on the ground.
There were warning signs about the repercussions of littering everywhere. It was a nature lover's heaven.
"At least you can't throw your trash around the streets anymore." I gave a small smirk before rolling my shoulders to get a kink out of my sore neck. Driving around in a moving BMW for ten hours was undoubtedly tiring.
I even offered to drive on the interstate for a few times, and I was shot down on all offers at a prompt speed. It seemed that my grand attempt at saving a pigeon from becoming fresh road-kill has docked off some of my points on the safe driving meter.
Connor only flashes daggers at me. If only looks could kill.
Mom sighed, not receiving the answer she was searching for.
The night sky was slowly creeping over the horizon and filling the place with darkness in various shades ranging from a violet blue to a pale black. The place was stunning in an eccentric sense with the crisp air and star studded night canvas, but I missed the busy lights and bustling nightlife of the city that never sleeps.
"We're here!" Mom claps her hands in obvious delight. She was practically bursting with an unseen energy that seemed to fill up all her thoughts; her chestnut brown hair coming in loose strands from her messy bun.
There was a spark in her voice that wasn't there before in the times when they had to shift around the house, filling boxes and luggages with as many items as they could take. It definitely helped that we were able to ship some of the essential stuff beforehand, but sadly, the new house already had furniture.
But I had an odd sensation that she wasn't ecstatic about moving away, but more terrified at the possibility of a new schedule and people to greet.
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