Skeptics and True Believers
"Noah, please could you just try to see the positives in this?" My dad asked from the front seat of the car as he drove me and my siblings into our doom.
"There are positives?" I asked sarcastically leaning back farther into the seat. My twin sister Tony shook her head in the front seat. "Why do we have to move? I mean there is only one of her and five of us! There is no point in this!"
"If you don't shut up Noah, I am going to scream." My older brother Jason told me never opening his eyes.
"Maybe Jason shouldn’t go to college." My 14 year old brother stated. "We need him to keep Noah quiet." I scoffed and smacked his head. "Hey!"
"Boys!" My dad yelled. We sat in silence the rest of the way to New Jersey. Eck, New Jersey. Pollution, billboards and over population. Not like Vermont. My home. We pulled up in front of a almost large white house. It was the suburbs. Like I had feared. People walked around in their Aeropostale, Holister and Abercrombie. Not at all like me. My ripped skinny jeans just would not fit in. What ever shall I do? We got out of the car and I noticed a woman standing in the drive way. Her black vest contrasted with her porcelain skin and platinum blond hair. She looked out of place. She looked like she belonged on the back of a Harley and not living in the burbs of Jersey.
"Gerard!" She exclaimed running toward my dad hugging him tightly.
"Courtney! Love, these are my kids!" He said gesturing to us. A greeting took place that I less than half heartily engaged in. I noticed a woman and what looked to be her son, who looked not happy, walking toward us smiling. Here comes the welcome crew.
