Gosh. Cousins are so annoying. Mom says, "Oh you love spending time with Clara and Keon!" and Dad says, "Your mother is forcing you to go. Enjoy it." Five minutes into it and I hate it here.
First of all, Keon shouldn't be considered a person. When I arrived all she did was look up, then look down again. She didn't say "Hi, Kami! So good to see you!" or something along the lines of that. I call her a magic spell gone wrong. Clara was a little too
cool. She was so relaxed and chill when I arrived. She said "Hi" and stuff.
I walked around the living room. Couch. Table. TV. Pillows. Cd's. Books. My mom tried to make a conversation with Keon but all she got was silence and a look. After an "Oh how's school?" Aunt Hannah had to pull her aside and whisper something in her ear. Clara looked at me, I guess she was trying to see if she should come talk to me or not.
"Hi Clara. How's
school?" I said. My attempt to start a decent conversation. I adjust the headband on my head trying to look somewhat casual.
." Clara replied. She plopped down next to Keon on the couch. I sat down in a vacant chair in the corner of the room, settling my bag and suitcase next to me.
It was extremely awkward for everyone in the room. Me, Mom, Aunt Hannah, Clara, and maybe not Keon she was being so un-social. I felt the air around me lying down on my skin. No one was speaking; we were just looking at each other oddly. Until a spark must have went off, Aunt Hannah thought of something to keep us kids occupied.
"Why don't you take Kami to your room to get your settled for the night? Aunt Melissa and I are going to talk until Dad gets home." Aunt Hannah says to Clara. Clara nods and leads me away from the living room, Keon following a few feet behind us. She takes me up the stairs. I drag my suitcase up behind me and the stairs creak with every step. After the stairs we cross into another hallway until we got to their room.
There room was big. It had two beds across two walls and a window with a seat on the other. Clara pointed to the bed along one wall and set my stuff down there. Clara sat on her bed, I sat on what I assumed was Keon's bed, and Keon sat on the bench by the window.
Kami looks uncomfortable. She is just sitting on Keon's unused bed taking out her clothes and laying them down in Keon's unused drawer. She doesn't understand Keon like I do. She probably thinks she is weird or something.
Probably another half-hour passes by; Kami finished unpacking and started rambling on about something. I was hardly paying attention. I know Dad got home because I can hear Aunt Melissa trying to stop him and Mom from arguing.
Suddenly I know Kami is trying to grab my attention, "How old is she anyways?" She gestures to Keon who was probably listening to music. To be honest I don't really remember. I know she is younger than me, I just don't know by how many years. We never really acknowledged any of her birthdays.
"A few years younger than me." I simply reply. Kami looks at me again.
"Yeah sure. Why is she so non-talkative?" Kami asks. Questions I don't know the answer to. Questions that aren't mine to answer.
"Ask her yourself." I say and turn in my bed. Kami stops talking at shuffles around in Keon's bed. I move around under my bed sheets and stat fluffing my pillow hoping Kami would get the hint. Time to go to sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see Clara and Keon pacing in the middle of the room. It was probably 1a.m. and there they were walking back and forth.
"What's up?" I say and get out of the bed too. Clara quickly looks over at Keon then looks at me, her face clouded with worry. I was starting to get terrified, thinking about what could've been wrong.
"We have to go, now." Clara says. She stops walking and gets a bag the starts shoving stuff into it. I am so lost right now.
"What? Why?" I say trying to clear up my confusion. I didn't work though, Clara just ignored me. I decided since Clara was the oldest I should follow along, so I started putting important stuff in my worn-out backpack too. Keon was doing the same, yet she seemed to be putting a lot of money inside of her bag. Weird.
After we put some proper clothes on, we sneaked out of the house. A few steps out of their room and I could've swore we were going to get caught. The floorboards were creaking so loudly. Yet we made it down the stairs without getting caught.
It's been alive for too long and I never got one word out of it? I am killing it!" I heard someone say. Keon. Whoever was talking was going to kill Keon.
"Stop! How do you think Clara is going to feel? Left out!" I recognized my mom's voice. She was insisting they kill Clara too? My mom was always so nice, not violent and murderous!
"We have to leave. Quickly over there." Clara whispered. We were almost in the clear, the door to the outside world had been left open and we were only a few feet away. But we would have to cross the room my mom was in.
We stopped along the wall. Clara crawled along the floor so she wouldn't be seen. Then she was safe outside. I went next, careful to not make any noise. I felt like hours had passed by the time I made it across even though it was only a few seconds. I looked back to watch Keon. She didn't crawl like Clara and I, but she walked to the door. I was surprised she wasn't seen.
We made it outside. Clara looked at me to see if I had a plan, and I simply shook my head. I knew we had to leave, just not where we had to go.
"Where do we go now?" Kami asked. I felt sorry for dragging her into this. But it was worth it. Three are better than two, or wait is that how it goes? Well anyways we were running from yard to yard, trying our hardest not to make any noise. My bag was full of money and clothes, it wasn't quite heavy. I could tell that Kami's worn-out bag was heavy though, she probably put a lot of useless stuff in there.
"Bus or train?" Clara asks. We made it to the street that if you go left there is a bus stop, and right there is a train station. I knew we couldn't risk taking a car because neither Clara nor Kami had their driver's license yet. And I had yet to even be able to have a permit.
"Bus. It seems safer." Kami says. A bus safer? With all the homeless people carrying guns just waiting for three girls to hop on with no destination? Kami, Kami, Kami, when shall you learn.
We walked down to the bus stop, and sat down at the bench. I watched as Clara looked to see if she had any money. She looked through her bag, jacket and pants pockets, and didn't find anything. Lucky for her I brought loads of money, just to be prepared.
The bus came around five minutes later. We boarded it and when the bus driver asked where we were headed to Clara pointed out towards the horizon and we kept walking down the aisle. I looked at everyone down the aisle. A man and his pet pig. A lady and her child. A young girl about a few years older than me with a sketchbook and pencils. A teen boy with a recorder and two saxophones'. Another person with a batman shirt on. I wonder what their stories were, why they were on this bus.
We sat in the last row. Kami was squashed between Clara and me. I had taken the window seat. I looked at the horizon, that's where we were going. The sun hadn't risen yet, but I could tell it was going to because of the orange streaks in the light blue sky. Our home in New Hampshire was far from my idea of a destination. California.