1 – Move
As the truck approached the neighborhood, a young man looked out the front window as the houses passed by. This was going to be his new home, his new life. He looked quickly away. The houses were different than his old neighborhood, but then again, they were in a completely different country.
The trucked slowed down to a stop in front of a two-story house made out of metal, squished between two, bigger buildings. To the young man, it looked more like an industrial district of a city than a neighborhood. It was very dirty, and you could tell that the metal was rusting. He was used to brick. Even though the brick showed ware, it looked like it was done on purpose. It looked like it belonged. This…rust…did not belong.
The young man looked up to see his twin brother staring back at him. The truck was parked, and the driver's door open. He nodded, and opened his door, got out, and went to open the left hand side. As he opened the door he held his hand out. A frail woman took his hand, and, shaking, got out.
Him and his brother walked up to the house, and as his brother opened the door, and Noah tapped his brother on the shoulder.
"Basch, do you think that this is the best place for mother? Didn't some of our family members offer to let her live with them?"
Basch turned around. "Probably not. But she wanted to stay as far away from family as possible."
"Was that decision made by her health?"
"Unfortunately. But all we can do is make her comfortable here."
Basch went into the house, leaving Noah outside. Noah turned his back to the door, and looked out across scenery, taking it in.
This is my new home…
So this is my new story ! :D It's been a while since I've posted! It's going to have 11 chapters, and I already know what's going to happen, so hopefully this will be a good one!
Don't own 'em, just use 'em
FYI I'm going to be writing this at school, so either it might take longer to update, or shorter, depending on what I'm going in my class.