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"Mercedes, honey, are you nearly finished?" asked my mother as she walked into my, now bare room.
"Yeah, just about. What's this house like anyway? What makes you so sure I'm going to like it?" I asked, looking into her startling green eyes, which I'm glad to say, I inherited, along with her brown hair. My light brown skin and height came from my dad.
"I'm psychic. Now hurry up." She laughed before walking out of the room.
I sighed, "My room better be big."
Well, one thing for sure…I did. Like it that is. All the months' mom had spent talking about how nice this house was and how much I was going to like it was not a total waste after all. She wouldn't let me see it, as she wanted it to be a surprise, my dad and I both laughed at this but I played along with it to please her.
The house was white with blue shutters. It looked a lot like the house from The Note Book. You know, the one which Ryan Gosling had made for Rachel McAdams hoping it would bring her back to him? Yeah like that.
We had lived in a small apartment, since I was three and both my mum and dad decided it was about time we got a house of our own. I didn't mind really, it was just a few miles outside Carmel, so I wouldn't have to move school or anything and I could still see my best friends Maddy and Ryan, as much as I usually did.
. I dragged some of my boxes onto the porch and in through the front door. The house was just as nice inside as it was outside. Long elegant stairs were to the right as you walked in; the living-room was also to the right and the kitchen to the left.
Upstairs there were four bedrooms, two of which had their own bathrooms and then there was one main bathroom.
Dad said I could have one with a bathroom. So I was a happy camper.
"Well, what do you think?" asked my dad; crossing his arms and leaning up against my doorframe a couple of hours later. It's weird, but when I look back through the photo albums from my parents wedding it amazes me that my dad still looks pretty much the same as he did then. Oh sure a couple of grey hairs here and there but that's about it. He even has a six pack! How many 43 year old men have a six pack??
"Not bad." I replied, standing up from the window seat.
"This room almost reminds me of your mothers old room, in your grandparents house." He said, looking at the window sit, smiling.
"You would know, wouldn't you?" I said cheekily. He raised an eyebrow, the one with the scar through it. I always thought it was pretty cool, the scar I mean.
"You know the story," he said, sounding bored.
"Oh yes, it's hard not to forget that your father – once upon a time - was a Spanish 19th century ghost that haunted the room of a 16 year old mediator, whom he fell in love with. Said 16 year old mediator felt the same way and went back in time to stop her "stalker" from preventing the death of said ghost but in actual fact caused him to come back to life…yada yada yada!" I said this all of kind of rushed and monotonously, just to show that I had heard the story too many times.
"You're getting more like your mother everyday." He sighed, shaking his head in amusement.
"That's why you love me so dearly, padre!" I said giving him a hug.
"Yes, you're probably right." He replied hugging me back. "Goodnight mi Querida." He planted a kiss on my cheek before leaving my room.
He obviously met my mum walking down the hall, because I could hear them whispering to each other, then my mothers giggles and silence! My parents were making-out in the hallway! This may gross some people out if their parents did that but not me. I think it's quite cute that they both love each other as much as they obviously did when they were younger. Some people say marriage takes some of that away, but not with them, they were crazy about each other.
Ten minutes later, once my mother had resurfaced, she came in to wish me goodnight as well.
"So, you unpacked most of your things yet?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yeah, almost…some left to go though." I said chuckling to myself.
"It's a good thing we chose to move house before you have to go back to school." She said, sounding pleased with herself. "Wow this room is a little cold isn't it?" She added shivering.
"Yes, it is actually." I agreed, suddenly feeling a sharp wave of cold air.
"Oh your windows open." She said, walking over to close it.
"That's strange, I didn't…." I trailed off because I saw a glimmer of light out of the corner of my eye and realisation hit me.
"Ohh yeah it was me. Must have forgotten. Well, goodnight Madre." I said giving her a quick peck on the cheek. She was a little taken back but obliged none-the-less.
"Goodnight, honey." I heard her say before I shut the door quickly behind her.
"Okay, where the hell are you? No point hiding now, I know you're here." I said loudly.