Faith, the new girl

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"I remember when my mom told me that goodbyes were the hardest, and she was right. My dad always told me to keep my head high and look for the good in any situation, and I intend to do just that. My dad and mom may be gone, but they will always remain in our hearts."

A tear runs down my check, and wipe it off.

"What we once have enjoyed we can never loose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us- Helen Keller. I remember that quote very vividly because that was my mother's favorite quote-" I couldn't continue so I stepped down from the podium and took my seat. Soon, the funeral ended and we all said our goodbyes.

Getting into the Car with Gram was sad. I was sad to see all my family members go, I was sad that my parents just died, and I was sad that I'd never see my mom or dad in my lifetime ever again.

My mom's soothing lullabies, the way my dad used to tell me all the tales he's heard, and sometimes I'd pretend I forgot how the story went so he would tell it all over again. I'll see them later, but not just yet. I had to open up my future before going to see them up in Heaven.

Gram thought it would be a good idea to start a new life, so we decided to move out of our old house, and move into a new house . Well, not really new. The house had been built in 1920, and had remained the same over the years. Nobody had lived there for decades, and I have no idea why Grandma choose this house, but hopefully I'll like it. 

I'm really going to Miss New Orleans. I'm going to miss the Jazz music that soothes me. The way the sun always rises in a different way, and my old house.

I didn't have that many friends in New Orleans, so I'll have no one to miss, except the lingering ghost of my parents in our house. It gave me comfort as if they were still around.

It takes about 2 hours, and 40 minutes to get from Houston (where the funeral took place) to Buda (where our new house is) which compared to my other family members journey is not that bad.

Soon, we pull up the cracked driveway of our new house. "Here we are darling. Isn't this nice?" I look at the creepy house in front of me. "It-t's something, alright." I responded stuttering. The house looked old and rusty. Now I seriously don't know why she picked this house.

Gram looked at me sweetly. "Now, the movers haven't got here yet so we're going to have to sleep on the floors tonight. Good thing I brought sleeping bags!" She says while opening her door and getting out.

I wait there for a couple of minutes loving the silence. I haven't had a moment of silence for a long time, with everyone chit chatting and Grams talking the whole way here, it gave me a headache.

I dreadfully get out of the car and drag my feet as I walk to the door of this nightmare, and I silently pray that this is just a dream and my new house is beautiful, but to my dismay, it was all real. I walk in and instantly cough as a wave of dust hits me.

"Now I know it's not the best house, but we can fix it up!!!!" Grams yells to me from somewhere. After my coughing fit, I finally take in my surroundings.

Black stairs, with a red rug centered in the middle, greets you when you walk in, and Big windows are located in the rooms on either side of me. With a bathroom on the right side of the stairs I'd say the house is just peachy.

I walk forward, closing the door behind me, and I'm about to take the first step on the stairs when I hesitate. "Hey Gram?! Are these stairs safe?!" I ask curiously. "Yes!" She yells back. 

I hesitantly make my way up the stairs and examine the peculiar small hallway. Simple but effective. With a couple of rooms on each side of the hallway and one bathroom, I choose the one right in front of me. Something about it drew me in.

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