Chapter 1 (Part 1)
Today was one of the coldest days of the year. It’s a lot like Virginia, but only a million times colder! Days like this, meant Dad would force me to drive his car. I barely ever drive because I walk everywhere. My family and friends think I’m crazy for doing that especially whenever it was cold. Unlike Mike (my could-careless brother), Dad and Mom hated when I walked on chilly days. She and Dad complain and say I’d freeze to death . I mean, don’t get me wrong who could blame them? Dad is a stressed out-Science teacher who deals with bratty students and Mom was an hardworking author and tattoo artist who just does what most mothers do: complain, cook, worry, and clean. But as for me, I didn’t mind walking anywhere. It improves the environment and since I am not much of a sports gal, walking is my exercise for everyday. I mean, I already walk to school, the studio, the record shop (that my brother Mike owns), Alex (my friend) house, and even to restaurants. Heck, if I had all the time in the universe, I’d walk halfway across the world. Ok call me crazy all you want but, as an student artist and photographer in training, exploring and discovering new things and places are my specialties. Like last year, when I went to Orlando, Florida. It was one of the best times of my life. I got to see breathtaking views of the city lights and got to taste foods and try things I’ve never thought I’d do. Not everyone gets a chance to explore the world or even get a stroll across New York’s urban streets. So, when these types of opportunities come my way, I don’t take them for granted.
I walked out the front door into the icy morning breeze. The sky was covered in blankets of gray and the clouds were as white as paper. Gassy fog swiftly filled the air blocking my vision of the driveway. For a moment, I stood on the wooden porch of my house and blindly watch the clouds collide the sky. I lowered my head and sighed. The last thing I wanted to deal with was fog. Frustratingly, I removed my IPhone 7 from my back pocket. It’s been a stressful month since the “accident” and the last thing I want to deal with is fog. I turned the flashlight on my phone on and walked down the pathway of our house, down towards the Dad’s car which, was parked in our awfully-white concrete driveway. I trailed my eyes to our yard. The grass was covered in splotches of beyond-dead weeds and rimy mud. Flowerbed(s) was thronged with withered tulips, tellimias, and blue eyes. The willow tree’s leaves dripped with sweat in the morning’s light. Untamed bushes were half colored and veiled with spider webs. I had to admit the yard wasn’t camera ready but I knew that would change when spring came around.
I unzipped the front pocket of my black original All-Star Converse backpack, pulled the keys out, and unlocked the car. I slowly opened the car door as its familiar fragrances catch my senses: old over-lit cigarettes (from when his friends used to smoke in the car), pumpkin spice, candy apple, and expensive, woodsy cologne. I threw my bookbag in the passenger’s seat and blew the clusters of dust off the ragged, leather wheel. Dad usually only cleans the car when Mom complained or sometimes when my friends and I have to take his car. Besides that, Dad only cleans when he feels like it, and usually it’s never. I turned the key into its ignition and slowly backed out the driveway. I buckled my seatbelt and look in the displayed time menu: 8:45 am. “Man I’m late again. Guess there is no time for Briskets. I thought to myself as I place my phone in my backpack. I drove out the neighborhood into the street lights. I knew today was going to be a long day……