Knothole Village was a dump compared to the photos online. After pulling up to our new house the look on my father's face signaled to us that we had made the wrong decision. It was a first for the Rose family to regret a choice. But, we had one remaining grain of hope when we spotted our neighbors watering their flowers -- the only civilized action we've yet seen in this village.
My father, mother and I began to walk over to our new home, exchanging disappointed looks at the sight of our rusty roof and knob-less door (it was too painful to even think about the cracked windows). I couldn't tell whether it looked ancient or just simply built under the influence of drugs. Regardless, I was pissed. However it was hard for me to stay mad for long when I glanced over at the young girl next door. She was helping her mother attend to their garden which I found adorable. I then took a look at their house and saw that it was just as sorry-looking as ours. At least the residents were trying to make something good out of it. Suddenly I was distracted from my negative judging of this place when Mother called me inside. It turns out she had already called a repairmen to put a handle on our door. Thank goodness.
After a gruesome twenty minutes of inspecting my new settlement, I took a final sigh of disappointment at this place. There was no going back now, so there was no use in feeling homesick. This was now my home. Maybe my family and I just had high expectations, but how were we supposed to appreciate a house which wasn't even built like a house? The floorboards were noisy whenever you took a step and their placement was terribly uneven. An unscrewed nail could have easily been embedded into my foot. Let alone that, half of the house was water damaged (from God knows what) so you could press your fingers into the walls and they'd easily be shaped like wet clay. However, I had to be grateful to at least have a roof over my head.
The weakened doorbell rang with the most unpleasant tone and my mother approached to let in the repairmen (who we could clearly see through a glass-less window).
"Hi there." He spoke.
He looked far off from a repairmen. I could swear he was younger than 15.
"Hello," my mother replied. "Thanks for coming!"
"No worries! Now let's see what I can do about this useless door, aha. I'm Tails by the way." He laughed.
Tails and my mother engaged in friendly conversation, here and there being interrupted by my father's sly comments about our house, when Mother told me to go next door.
"Amy, how about you walk over to our neighbors and introduce yourself? Let them know that we're an approachable family." Excluding my father in his current frustration.
As I walked past their front garden my nose was filled with the pleasant smell of fresh flowers. I glanced over at them to admire their beauty, then continued to approach the front door. Right as I was about to knock I got a fright from someone else pulling the other side of the door open. From the awkward stop he made in his steps I could see that he was also surprised.
"Oh." He smiled. "Hello." . . . . . .
to be continued
author's notes :
hey everyone ! it's rougina here . i'm so sorry for the long wait on this story ! i was planning to have a much longer first entry but i needed to get out at least some of it for you guys , so here it is . this is kinda the boring part , it's establishing the setting and introducing you to the rose family . i seriously hate writing first chapters because they're always the least interesting , but i can assure you that the story WILL get exciting soon ! the next time i post on here i'm actually going to continue this page rather than making a new one because that will give this one more purpose . anyways i'm gonna stop rambling now and i hope you all look forward to hedgehogs and cigarettes ( just treat this as a prologue / preview ) , take care ! xx
