I met the dark steps that lead to the living room, which wasn’t appealing but it was better than sleeping in the same room with my cousin, Allison, who snores.
I walked down the creaking stairs and to the living room and sat down on the couch. I fluffed up the feather pillow in my hand and laid down covering myself with a cashmere blanket.
As I laid there half a sleep I remembered my live before my parent’s died.
We resigned in a huge house in a gated neighborhood called Oak Fall’s in New York City.
Kory, one of our new maid’s in his early twenties, had just gotten through unpacking my last box full of stuff I had gotten for my birthday last Saturday when the other maids brought in several more. He sighed and I lie on my bed while I sipped on my water, pet my dog, Max and read my new issue of Vogue.
Then I flipped a page and Kory started to unpack the first box. I directed him to where I want him to put everything like I had done before.
When everything was done and nobody was around to bother me. I adjusted everything the way I had wanted it that Kory didn’t get correct. My older sister, Gabriela, came into my room and helped some and then asked if I was done with her book I had borrowed. I gave it back to her and everything was normal.
That was the Saturday night my parent’s left in the plane to go to Chicago for a big business break.
They worked together at the same company and dad, Robert, had been raise to company manager and mom, Vicky, was his secretary.
They left with a wave and a kiss on me and my sister’s cheek as the taxi driver honked impatiently waiting for them to get in the car.
It had been two day’s since they left and there was no phone call or was there news of their arrival.
We received the news early the Tuesday morning that they had crashed and had the plain had caught fire when it hit the ground. The police said that if it hadn’t caught on fire that there might have been a chance they were still alive but it did catch fire and they were dead.
The maid’s and everybody was fired, the house went up for sale and Gabriela and I went to live with our Aunt Marsha and Uncle Herman in a small farm house out in the country and hill’s of Kansas with our cousin’s Allison and Claire.
Allison was thirteen like me and Claire was fifteen. Since Gabby is only a year older than Claire it was worked out that Allison and I would stay in her room that was filled with torn wallpaper that had different colored flowers on it and Hello Kitty everything! And Claire and Gabby stayed in Claire’s room and, lucky them, there was two bed’s in Claire’s room though they moved a queen sized bed into Allison’s room for me and her to share!
Though we lost our friend’s and our parent’s was still kept everything! Like our favorite cashmere blanket’s and our wardrobe [though I think I need some new clothes because I ruined my pair of black Prada shoes by stepping in a mud hole] and our parent's left us $500,000 dollar’s in each of our bank accounts.
I’ll back up to where we were boarding the train on our way to Kansas.
We were in our room with pull out beds on he train when Gabby’s phone rang.
“Hello?” She answered. Her dark brown hair fell over her face and so she pulled it back with her fake finger nails there old stylist, Jordan, had glued on her finger showing her emerald eyes. “Oh! Hi, Aunt Marsha!” She said with enthusiasm only I could tell was fake.
“Our train just left...you want to talk to who...Oh! Here she is!” She answered. “Natalie, it’s Aunt Marsha!”
I shook my head a rolled my green eyes at Gabby and she stuck out her tongue at me.
I giggled, took the phone away from Gabby’s soft, moisturized hand and said,” Hello?”
“Hey! This is Aunt Marsha and I just wanted to tell you to listen to your sister and not to run off with any stranger’s,” there was a giggle in the back ground as I leaned my head against the window that was surpizingly cold,” Well I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning! Bye!"
“Okay, see yah tomorrow! Bye-bye!” I flipped my sister’s phone closed and laughed. “She sound’s like that cook! Uh...what’s-her-name!”
“Paula Dean?” Gabby asked busting out laughing.
“That’s the one!” I started laughing to.
It was probably the first time I had laughed since the funeral two day’s ago.
When we reached Kansas and our bag’s were carried out side we waited and waited for aunt Marsha or Uncle Herman to show up but people boarded off and met up with family and drove off and the train left and still we waited.
“Forgotten!” Gabby sighed sitting next to me on a bench beside the train station.
“Forgotten,” I agreed. “Call their house! It looks like it’s going to rain and I’m going to ruin my shoes and my satin shirt!”
“The rain will ruin my shoes also.” Gabby took out her phone and call Aunt Marsha’s house. “Nobody has answered. Either they’re asleep or they’re on there way.”
“Doesn’t Allison or Claire have a cell phone?” I asked rolling my eyes and picking up my hot pink Motorola and shaking it.
“When you live as far back into the country as they do, you don’t get service anyways!” Gabby said as a drop of rain hit my head. Then another, and another, until the sheet’s fell from the dark gray sky.
“Go to the train station!” Gabby directed.
Once we were under the shelter we huddled together on one of the cover’s steps, forgotten.