Don't Get Too Attached

Don't Get Too Attached. ~Chapter 1~

I gasped as my hand left the door handle, letting the door swing fully open.

The room was huge! It must have covered the whole side of the house and instead of there being a wall, there was a window. A window, in place of the wall! I’d always wanted one of these. It was empty, but there were already hooks for me to hang my punch bags, and shelves for my trophies. No matter how mad I was for moving houses, I couldn’t help being in love with this room. The window looked into another house, with an identical window, as well as our and neighbours back yard. I had a feeling I was going to be spending all of my free time in this room.

“Hey, that’s my room.” Sam’s over eager remark brought me back to reality.

“You’re still here?” I announced, a little too rudely, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Duh, we’re supposed to be unpacking these things, remember?”

Oh yeah. I picked up my boxes and brought them into the room, turning around to go get the punch bags. “Come on then,” I instructed to Sam, who was stood there smirking to himself.

We carried the punch bags together after that because I didn’t want him dragging them across the floor again.

When we were done, and back inside my soon-to-be boxing room, Sam said, “You don’t talk much, do you?”

I replied with, “You talk a lot don’t you?”

“I guess I do…”

I started unpacking the trophies and Sam copied, reading each one before he set it down on the floor. “Are all of these yours, because it says ‘Girls’ Championship’ on most of them?”

I was expecting this question sooner or later. “Yes, they are. Why?”

“I was just wondering, how long have you been boxing?”

“You ask too many questions, Samuel.” I sighed, “I’ve been boxing since I was six.”

“I see… And how old are you now?”

I didn’t like all the questions. The more he knew about me, the more attached we’d get, and I couldn’t let that happen. I pretended that I hadn’t heard the question at all. I think he sensed that I didn’t want to answer and stopped talking altogether.

Almost half an hour later he stood up. “I’ll just be going now then… I guess I’ll see you around.” He muttered as he retreated out of the door.

 A small part of me felt bad for not answering him, he was trying after all, and nobody had tried to befriend me in a very long time. To his retreating back, I called, “I guess you will.”

I finished unpacking all my equipment and trophies then went back downstairs. I noticed all the furniture was already set out in the living room and the doorway was empty. Wow, my parent had moved quickly, or I was up for a long time. I looked outside and saw the moving van was gone. “Hey dad, is there anything else that needs doing?”

“No, it’s all done Sweet, we did your room too, so you can go up and rest.”

I couldn’t help smile at that, we were done, finally! “Wait, what time is it?”

He glanced at his watch, “Ten past two.”

“Only?” I exclaimed, “I could have sworn we’d been working for ages!”

“We have, we arrived here at around ten. We left early remember?” He looked at me with pity in his eyes, “I know this is hard for you Tatiana, but give this place a chance, it’s a nice city.”

“I know dad, you moved here for the better and all that, mum told me in the car,” I tried to remember what she had told me exactly but I wasn’t paying attention at the time, “I’ll try, but promise me we’ll try to find a boxing club as soon as possible.”

“We will once we’ve settled in Sweet.” He ruffled my hair, “Why don’t you go up to your room now and have a nap; it’s the third door, the one next to your boxing room.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled as the tiredness caught up with me, I was thankful that we were done and I started up the stairs. I counted the doors and found my room.

The walls were still bare and white, with a few shelves up. There was a double bed that hadn’t belonged to me pushed up against the wall, a white wooden dressing table next to it. On the wall across from the bed sat various boxes with different labels. On the wall to the right of the bed there was a built in wardrobe with white doors and opposite there was a big window with French doors that took up the middle of the wall. I opened the doors and stepped out. It was on the roof of what looked like a conservatory and I couldn’t help feel a little happy that I had a small balcony.  There was a short railing around the room and as I got nearer, I was looking out into ours and the neighbour’s back yard.

I yawned as I went back on and shut the door, collapsing onto my new bed. I noticed the duvet cover was the only thing with colour; it was black with a lime green lighting symbol in the centre and green ‘T’ in the bottom corner. I crawled under it and my eyes began to droop as my head hit the pillow.