"And here, we finally come to the main event," Clyde said as he opened the door, "Your room."

I mentally braced myself for anything. At this point, I had so much thrown my way I wasn't sure how much more I was going to take. Which was probably unfair on their behalf. They were the only ones kind enough who offered me a home aside my own family and friends. However, when it came to total strangers, I always expected the worst. Sometimes, they came to those expectations, as well as those you knew for so long.

I didn't want pink. I know that seems kind of alien coming from an eight-year-old. I was not ready for warmth and anything bright that emotionally scare me. They expected me to be happy with a new family, but I was too prideful.

Instead the first thing I saw was yellow. Or rather it looked yellow from the way the autumn sun shone through the yellow curtains. The walls themselves were an ivory shade. The bedspread was also yellow, give or take a few red and blue flowers that danced across the comforter.

I only captured this much when I realized the traffic jam in the hallway in front of the door. Clyde, who had been leading this little tour, had stepped aside, leaving me in the doorway. I guess they wanted me to walk in first. So I did.

The room size wasn't much. It was either too small or not small enough, but not big enough to be called a medium-sized room. There were two windows on the opposite wall reaching from the floor to the ceiling. On my right stood an old Victorian dresser with a mirror hanging over it. Beyond that was a cream colored door, which I assumed to be the closet. I walked over to it and opened the door. It wasn't much. I secretly wondered how I was supposed to hang half my clothes in there. The dresser itself didn't look very promising of space either.

"So, the bathroom is past our room and up the small flight of stairs. I know everything seems threatening with the small space up here. Our room isn't much bigger than this one, but we have the large living room, library, and kitchen downstairs to make up for it."

Clyde smiled at me, and again I tried to force one myself. I've known this man my whole life. Why is everything feeling so awkward now? Was it because I was officially living with him and Marie? I had no idea, other than the fact he would be the last person in the world I would imagine to end up with my cousin, who was so uptight, she wasn't even trying to smile on his attempts. At least I was.

Marie continued to stand in the hallway with her arms crossed over her chest. She wore a thick cotton sweater, and even though it was mid-fall, the house was sweltering hot. For as long as I knew her, she always wore long sleeves, even during the summer. I was confused as to whether she had low blood pressure, or her skin couldn't be exposed to the sun.

"The thermostat's at the base of the stairs if you ever want to adjust it," Clyde was now saying, "Me, I like to have a bit of a chill in the air, but your cousin would rather this place to boiling. So if you even turn it down a tad, she'll most likely jack it back up within moments."

He smiled again, and I did the same. I don't want to do this anymore, I whined inside my head. I sensed Marie shifting her weight in the doorway, but she stayed silent. A couple times I could feel her eyes burning into my back as she gazed at me.

"Oh! And one more thing," Clyde said as he clapped his hands and walked to one of the windows. "This is the best part." He waved me over and I followed him.

Looking out the window, I saw an unfinished garden. The only way I could tell was there was one section where a lot more dirt was exposed while the rest of the garden flourished with plants and flowers from foreign regions. This particular section was shaped into a circle about fifteen feet wide and three feet deep. Small rocks lining the edge closed it off from the rest of the garden.

"It's going to be a pond," Clyde said.

"Really?" I said.

"Yep. Equipped with the natural, a waterfall and fish. What do you think of that?"

I felt him look at me, waiting for something. "Yeah," I said, "That sounds cool."

He gave a cheesy grin and looked behind him at Marie. "Hear that, Marie? She doesn't think I'm crazy."

I looked back at my cousin. She had walked into the room by a little ways. Her arms still crossed over her chest as she stood there watching us. Or, watching me. Then she opened her mouth to speak since the first time we left the driveway.

"It's cold," She said, "You should get away from the window."