Stuck on You, 5: A new home.
Andrew Jackson.
I woke up to the shakes of the airplane landing on the ground. I rubbed my eyes as I sat up and looked outside the window. New York. I thought. It was already morning, though the sun wasn’t fully up yet, just half way up. I looked around and saw airplanes, jets, helicopters everywhere.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a woman announced through the airplane’s speakers, “Welcome to New York City, we have now landed at LaGuardia International Airport where the local time and date is 7.34am, Tuesday, September 2nd. Before you leave the aircraft, please unsure that you have brought all your belongings with you. Thank you for choosing the British Airways, we hope to hear from you in the near future.”
“C’mon love,” I heard my mom’s voice say, “Time to say hello to our new home.”
***
“Not bad, ay?” Dad asked as parked our Lamborghini in the front porch of our new house in Brooklyn. It looked as if it was the only house that stood out in the neighborhood. The other houses were either small or medium sized. Our house, well, mansion, really was as big as our house back home in London, though I bet it wouldn’t feel as home-y. “Picked it out myself when I came here for the course a few months back!”
Well, hell. I rolled my eyes and opened the door and stood in front of our new home.
The front gates were huge and they were painted in black. There was a huge water fountain in the middle of the front yard. Speaking of the front yard, it was so… open. Trees and flower potted plants of different kinds surrounded the place. It looked as though they were newly placed. The mansion, though was the first thing that caught my eye.
The rooftops were blue in colour, the walls in white. The mahogany front door had flowery and swirly designs on it. It looked pretty cool, though.
Inside, there was a huge staircase in the middle. The staircase holder was painted in gold, and again, it had flower designs on them. On my left was a huge living room. It was half empty, there were only a bunch of sofas and tables in it. Along with flower vases, and I could see mom’s sculptures and artifacts and even dad’s football collections. On my right was the dinning room, there was a huge dinning table and chairs were surrounding it. A chandelier was hanging above the ceiling. I went inside the dinning room and saw a door leading to a huge kitchen. It looked slightly different than our kitchen back home in London. Everything already seemed to be in place. The microwave, toaster, oven, cooking stove, even the pots and pans were hanging on hooks next in between the cooking stove and the sink.
Looks like we don’t have much organizing to do around here, then. I told myself.
“Lovely, isn’t it love?” I heard my mom come in and faced her. “Designed this myself.”
“Yeah. Wonder how long it took you to design it till you finally decided to tell me before school started.” I snapped.
Her smile faded away quickly and I regretted for being mad at her. It’s not like she wanted to move from London.
I sighed, “Sorry, ma.”
“It’s alright, Andrew.” She placed her hand on my shoulder, “I know how hard this is for you.”
I just nodded. “Where’s dad?”
She gave me a small smile. “He’s talking on the phone with his boss. He’ll be starting work tomorrow. I will, too.”
“What about me?” I asked.
“You’ll be starting school tomorrow.” She told me. “We’ve already registered you to one of the best schools in Brooklyn. Brooklyn Academy High School. You’ll love it there, I heard their football and basketball school teams are unbeatable.”
“Great.” I sighed. “I guess that’ll be okay.”
“I’m sure we’ll all settle here pretty soon. Now why don’t you go upstairs and check out your room? It’s the one in the right. We’ve already asked the people here to put on your plasma TV and PS3 plugged in. Your guitar and drums are in there as well. Don’t worry about the bed, it’s queen sized. You won’t be falling off the bed anymore when you get nightmares just like before.” She smiled.
I gave her a smile. This is what I love about my mom, she knows me too well. “Thanks, ma.”
“You’re welcome. Anything else you need?” She asked me.
“Actually, I’ll be heading off to bed. I’m kind of jet lagged.” I told her.
“Alright then, sweetie. Off you go. I’ll wake you up for brunch later. We’ll be eating out.”
“Okay, ma. Thanks.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Love ya.”
“I love you, too, Andrew.” I heard her say with a bit of sadness in her voice as I headed out the kitchen door and up to my room.
***
My room was half as huge as the living room downstairs. It looked similar to my old room back in London. Just like what my mom told me, my plasma TV was hanging on the wall, along with my PS3 plugged in, my Guitar Hero World Tour set was just beside it, my dvd game boxes were neatly placed on a white shelf, and in front of the TV there was a red couch.
“Not bad.” I smiled to myself.
I looked around and surprisingly there was a walk in closet (HEY, GUYS CAN HAVE WALK IN CLOSETS, TOO. OKAY?) and inside, my football jerseys, scarves, hats and souvenirs were hung and arranged according to colours. My football boots of different brands, from Nike to Adidas and football balls were there, too. Hanging on at the very back of the closet was a uniform.
I took it and studied the uniform from top to bottom.
I scoffed and hung the uniform back on to the hangar and walked out of the closet.
I looked around my room again and next to my PS3 was my CD collection.
Alright, enough about my room. I’m getting bored of describing it already.
I took my shirt off and threw it on the floor. I grabbed my backpack and took out a v-neck t-shirt and put it on. I jumped on my bed and bounced up and down.
I hate my life. I thought before I closed my eyes and drifted off to a deep sleep.
