As I turned onto my street, my house came into view. At first glance, it looks just like the other houses on the street: Plain. Strict. Orderly. Like it housed a typical, tight-laced family.
If you looked closer, you notice the details set us apart. Our garden grows strictly strawberries. And you thought your mom was crazy! My sister, Vivian, used to have lab in our living room, but recently she was kicked out because she blew up her science fair project, turning everything, including the built-in curtains, black. Now she has her lab in the garage.
Vivian prefers to do little experiments that help save energy or make our house look better over classes or clubs. Currently, she is working on homemade solar shingles. When she announced that at dinner, I thought she was crazy. Shara, on the other hand, supported her all out.
Shara is my other sister. She is the only one in the house who dose not care how something works. She preferred to do photography. She has a shed in the front yard to store her photography collection. She has even won prizes for her photos. She keeps them in her room along with her trophies and ribbons.
My family has a giant tree on the left side, the side opposite of my sister’s shed, where I built a tree-house to keep my neurology studies. I have a miniature library up there. Lilly thinks I am insane. I guess everyone needs a healthy dose of insanity every now and then.
The three of us, Vivian, Shara, and I, are adopted triplets. No one can tell us apart. Not even ourselves… If you could catch me without a book, Shara without her camera, and Vivian without a box of small projects. We live a happy life with our parents. My mom works as a psychologist and my dad is an engineer.
As I was walking home, Shara ran up from behind me. I could tell it was her because her camera bag was on her shoulder. Plus, as I said, Vivian dislikes clubs and was most likely home brewing up another mad science project.
“Hi, Eres.” She called.
“Hey, Shara. Just got back from photography?”
Just then mom’s car came around the corner and drove to the house.
“Race you there!” Shara shouted, already running off.
“Oh no you don’t!” I said, charging after her.
In the end I won with a three inch lead.
By the time we got there, mom was getting out of her car.
“Hi, mom.” I said.
“Welcome home!” Shara said.
The garage door flew open and Vivian announced “27 down. 473 to go!”
“Yes, yes, girls. I love you ,too. Now Vivian, strawberries Shara, Joseph.” Her dog. “Eres,Vishalakshi.” My cat.
We leave to do our designated chores.
As I walk through the house, I once again admire it’s smooth hardwood floors, beautiful furnishing, and calm environment. The living room normally has a peaceful air about it. A great blend of beige walls, chocolate furniture, and caramel floors. Currently, the interior of the room still had the echoes of Vivian’s experiment.
The kitchen was on the far side of the living room. The kitchen had a more lively feel. It kept the living room’s beige walls and adopted a deep, festive red boarder. The counters were black with white flecks. The cabinets were dark coffee wood. The kitchen’s back wall, between the sink and the fridge, were a pair of sliding stained glass doors. On the unmoving door was a picture of two wolves sleeping in a cave. The moving door had an image of a large, overly fluffy cat pouncing on a squirrel.
I walked over to our sink and opened the cabinet under it. I grabbed the cat food and said “ Here, Vishalakshi. Dinner!”
Odd. I thought to myself. Vishalakshi never misses a meal.
“ Vishalakshi!” I said again.
Then I heard a hiss. Vishalakshi, my beautiful, molted gray she-cat was on top of the refrigerator hissing like the devil was after her.
“ It’s okay, Vishalakshi. The dog isn’t here.” I said softly.
She hissed again. I tried to take her down so she could eat, but she clawed my hand, drawing little beads of blood.
“Vishalakshi! Enough of this! Come down here and eat!” I demanded.
Vishalakshi just stayed there, hissing, ready to strike.
After five minutes, yelling at the cat, and three scratches, I gave up and set the food down for her to eat when she was ready and went to help Vivian with the strawberries. Shara was already there.
“What is with Vishalakish today?” I said.
“ I have no idea.” Shara said.
“ Neither do I.” Vivian said.
We all contemplated why Vishalakish was like this, but came up with a blank. Our contemplation turned into awkward silence.
Then our mom walked up to us. “What are all the long faces for?”
“Oh, it’s just-” I started.
“We’re all worrying about our upcoming test.” Vivian said.
“That’s not-” Shara tried to say.
“The test is on Zimbabwe.” Vivian said sending her eyes to the skies.
“Hmmmmm… Don’t know it.” Mom said.
“ It’s a small country in Africa, but-” I said.
“Well, I don’t see why they make you learn about the most discreet countries.” Mom said, grabbing the hose from Vivian. “Now, you three, you have a test to study for.”
“Yes mom.” Shara said and we walked to our computer room.
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An hour later, after studying for our test, – Yes, it dose exist, and yes, it is on Zimbabwe – I finally asked Vivian “Why didn’t we just tell her that Vishalakish was acting strange?”
“Ummmm… Well…” Vivian stuttered “If we tell mom, she might send her to the vet. You know how Vishalakish gets…”
“Yah…” I said with the faintest note of suspicion. “I guess your right.” And I let it go.
I then gathered my notes and went to my room. The hallway kept the beige.
My room was way different from the rest of the house. My house was all so tidy it drives me nuts. My bedroom is my little, messy safe haven. It always looks like a hurricane hit it. I have a desk full of papers. My walls are the same, covered in songs, posters, drawings, and past assignments. My bed has stuffed animals, pillows, and blankets strewn across it. My closet had clothes folded on bottom. My nicer dresses hung on the rod. My floor was the only thing not dirty.
I dump my notes next to my backpack and flop onto my bed. I still didn’t understand Vivian’s reason for lying to mom. It was Joseph who hated the vet, not Vishalashi.
I thought hard about this, but eventually my thoughts wandered to other subjects. About a minute later, Shara walked in.
“Your thinking about him again.” She said sitting down on the edge of my bed.
“What makes you think that?” I ask trying to look calm, but I could tell I was beat red.
“You have that expression you use when you think about Chase.”
“And if I am thinking about him?” I said.
“Nothing. But you might want to come with me. That is, if you want to eat dinner.” Shara said.
“I’ll be there in a minute. Go eat.” I told her.
“Alright. If your not there in five minutes, I can’t grantee dinner. You know how I eat.” Shara said, standing up.
“ ‘Kay.” I said as she closed my door.
I sat there for a few minutes, watching the sunset. Then I got up and went to eat.