Post by victoria alexandra benson on Jan 9, 2011 19:21:27 GMT -8
THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME DORTHY!
A gentle breath exhaled onto the window of her mothers souped up Suburban. Her finger made two circles for eyes and a big, sad smile onto the window. "Tori, this isn't that bad of a place! At least we are not in a foot of snow and freezing our asses off." her brother Devon squealed from the other seat, turning his eyes from her drawing to his mother; whom was giving him a death glare. "Toes.. not ass," he corrected himself. Victoria couldn't help but giggle at that, her brother from day one had always been loud, confident, and never thought before he spoke. It was his only downfall, other than his rebellious personality. Though the Benson's gave their children everything they wanted, Devon always seemed to think that listening to loud rock music with his football buddies and smoking pot would get him some sort of attention. Victoria didn't blame him at all, her parents were always working. The only time they actually spent time together was their once a week family dinner or breakfast. Whichever was more convenient for the hard working parents.
"It's Texas, Devon, it's full of nasty cowboys with their square toe boots and big jingly spurs. Not to mention cactus and we won't be going skiing or snowboarding anytime soon either, unless we vacation to Vale or Jackson Hole!" She replied back to her brother, wiping her sad face away in the condensation and crossing her arms back over her chest. "You know, Tor, I might take up riding bulls or roping or something! It might help me fit in better around here. Why are you so repulsed by cowboys anyway?" Devon inquired, looking outside the window as they turned right into a subdivision with three story houses amongst smaller houses. He turned his attention back to his sister so she would answer the question. "They think they are so great, it takes NO skill to ride a barrel horse or something. And they are dirty and loud and into them selves. Just like you." She replied with a disgusted look before punching his arm. Her hazel eyes drifted toward the neighborhood outside, dread falling over her.
For all her life, she had lived in nothing but the nicest neighborhoods, with big houses and manicured lawns. This seemed like the type of town that you mowed your own lawn. Sure was sure he mother would hire landscapers, there was no way anyone in her family had time. She faintly heard her mom announce they had arrived at their new house, where her father was already directing boxes to which rooms. The house was a bigger one in the neighborhood. It stood three stories tall and had a pretty day room window that jutted out from the kitchen. The grass was brownish and unclipped, but that could change soon. A small white fence bordered the front half of the lawn, and a tall privacy fence surrounded the back. Victoria stepped out of the Suburban and pulled her down jacket around her waist, zipping it up and pulling the furry hood over her gentle, dark brown, curls. She scanned her surroundings, listening to dogs from next door bark before walking into the front door.
The floors were hardwood and the kitchen was tiled. It was actually okay looking for being a house in Texas in a regular neighborhood. She quickly turned around when she heard her mother, "You're upstairs honey. I need to go settle into my new office. Your dad has went to his, and I am going to drop your brother off at the school to get signed in, then we are going grocery shopping. Do you want anything special?" Victoria shook her head, "No thanks." she replied, walking upstairs to the second floor and sticking her head into each room. She found two regular bedrooms, one with boxes marked "Devon" and the other with boxes marked "TV Room". She ventured down the hall further and found the master bed room & bathroom, and a regular bathroom. She returned to the stairs, taking the next flight up and seeing two rooms and a bathroom, connected to one. The boxes were labeled with her name this time, and she guessed she would make the other room into a study or trophy room, just like her old house. Her room was equipped with a queen size bed, down comforters and pillows, a flat screen, a stereo, and dressers. She opened another door and turned on the light to her walk-in closet, before turning and walking out.
Victoria had a lot of boxes to pack up, but she felt in no certain rush. Her horses were to arrive later today at their new barn. She were to talk to her mother about staying in home schooling or enrolling into public school. She sighed, flopping down onto the window seat, that had a view of the neighbors house. She reached into her purse and pulled out a box of Zour's candy, taking one piece into her mouth at a time. She already hated it here, she just wanted her horses to come so she could just ride and graduate and get past all this Texas stuff. She had no friends in Virginia, so how was she supposed to make new friends? She was awkward, a little bratty, and generally unsocial. All she cared about was her horses. Nothing more, nothing less.
Her thoughts were broken when she heard a knock on the door. She rose up and yelled down the stairs, "Just a minute," she yelled, taking two stairs at a time. Maybe it was Hayley, coming to rescue her and take her back to Virginia.
