Forest City Chapter 1 Part 2 -New Life-

    Either the room is spinning or that's just the ceiling fan. Hazel and dad were leaning over me. I must have tripped over the my tail then the coffee table. Small shards of tea cup lay scattered across the wood flooring. I sat up on the plush white carpet beneath me, now stained in tea, that's going to leave a big stain.

    "My tea set, the carpet!" Hazel cried, "I was hoping the ladies and I could have a lovely afternoon, now it's all ruined!"

    "You might have to take it to the dry cleaning, Hazel," dad replied, "Mac, I'll be leaving now, please don't break anything and your stuff is in your new room."

    I felt sick, now dad was going to leave me, what else could I break. I glanced around the room, a china cabinet, the window, the TV mounted on the wall, I could break anything. If I wasn't so clumsy, none of this would have happened.

    "Do you have a clean shirt?" I asked dad, "I think there's tea on my back."

    "I have extra shirts from the farm," dad replied.

    Great a bright fluorescent yellow shirt, it doesn't help that there's an acorn right in the middle, yellow, again. I decided, to avoid any further embarrassment to just head up the old stairs that led to the second floor. There actually was a hallway and a-

    "No, Mac, your bedroom is on the top floor, that bedroom is mine, and so is the bathroom on this floor," Hazel directed me towards an even smaller and even slimmer staircase.

    Each stair made a slight creaking sound, so that meant that I couldn't sneak downstairs for any midnight snacks. Dang it! That's when I felt a thud, did my aunt just make me hit my head on the ceiling.

    "Mac, dear, the latch," Hazel pointed out.

    I peered upward, a latch, I unhinged it and pushed, it opened, as it should. I poked my head into the ceiling, there actually was a room in here. It was a bit dusty and a bit dirty, but it will do.

    "You just unpack your things, I'll be in my study," Aunt Hazel hollered.

    My bags were neatly placed on the bed. The bed had a white blanket and many pillows of many colors and patterns, which were horribly clashing with the brick wall that the headboard rested upon. Some string lights hung above the bed on the brick wall, this all reminded me of Clove. The room was cozy, even a little tacky in some areas, but I still could live in it. There was a comfy angular couch that sat under the window, it was gray and had white pillows with small leaves printed on them, my aunt sure loved her plants. I peeked out the window looking down upon the dark alleyway, it wasn't that creepy and gross from up here. Yes it was.

    That's when I looked straight ahead, I met some deep blue eyes shadowed by a set of thick eyebrows, his face was full of confusion and slight frustration. I gently waved and shut the curtains quickly. I had no idea who this was or why he was staring awkwardly. I peeked out from behind the window, he seems to have done the same thing I did. I really shouldn't be invading other people's privacy, so I kept the window shut.

    "Mac, dear, come get your shirt!" Hazel called.

    Shoot I forgot my shirt, did that wolf see me with this tea stain, dang it, I think he did! I rushed downstairs to the entrance hallway of the apartment and took the shirt from my aunt. Who would have thought that the very first impression my neighbour has on me was going to embarrass me forever!