Kid Island
Author: Colleen Miller

Chapter 1
Moving

 

I slammed the door as I got of the van hoping my parents would realize how angry I actually was.

“You still haven’t answered my question” I said “Why are we here?

About a month before my parents had one day walked in the house and announced we were moving. No explanation.

It’s not like we moved to a different state we barely moved down the street! Plus, there was actually less room in the new house then the old one. I finally decided to give up fighting with my parents and actually look at where I would be living for who knows how long.

My little brother Nick and I had separate rooms in our old house but now we would have to share one. The agony! I could barely share the living room couch with him let alone my room!

I raced upstairs to look at my—er… our room. It was real small and had one closet in the corner. I walked over to it and opened the door. It was filled with toys, clothes, and games.

Why the old owners think that we would want a 1987 edition of Monopoly and dust covered infant clothes was beside me.

 The doorbell rang, pulling me away from my new room I opened the door; it was my two best friends Molly and Nathalie.

“Did the moving van come yet?” asked Molly, twirling her curly brown  hair around her finger.

“No,” I replied, “but it should be here soon.”

“If the moving truck comes tell me,” said Nick. “I want to unpack my stuff so you better tell me.”

 “Seriously Melissa how do you deal with him?” asked Nathalie.

I shrugged and rolled my eyes. If only she knew!

I was about to show Molly and Nathalie my new room when the moving van pulled into the driveway. Nick shot past us and ran out the screen door.

“Let me see my Yu-Gi-Oh cards!” he yelled into the truck. A tall teenager got out. He wore a faded t-shirt and cut off jeans. He looked like he had just come from the beach.

“Sorry little dude,” he answered. “We can’t unload small junk yet.”

Nick claims he can’t go three hours without seeing his Yu-Gi-Oh cards, let alone two days while we unpack the more important stuff.

Molly, Nathlie, Nick and I went upstairs to our room.

“Why is that guy so mean to me?” asked Nick. He folded his arms across his chest and made a face. If I could have, I would’ve slapped him across the face. The kid needed to grow up.

“Bed’s coming through up the stairs. Watch it Steve! Man you need hand eye coordination!”

It was the moving guy I had seen outside. When he came in with my bed he told us to go in the closet.

“In the closet?” Molly questioned. “Why?”

“I have to set up your room and no one can be around.”

“Why can’t we just leave out the door?” I asked.

“Because I said so!”

We all stepped into the disheveled closet. There was barely enough room for one person let alone four.

Nick started whining something about Yu-Gi-Oh cards then yelled at us for not listening.

“I need them now!” he yelled.

“Shut up Nick no one cares!”

He would have started crying right then and there if he hadn’t realized there was a pile of football cards football cards right in front of him.

“Yu- Gi-Oh cards!” He seemed to be in some kind of trance. I looked at him with an amused expression, letting him know that he was being a freak, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Guess what smarty,” I shouted. “Those are football cards.”

He kicked them in my face but there was something there. Something that the cards were covering. A door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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