Colton Rhoads
19November 2012
Ms.Harmon
Pre AP English 10
Red Past
As an 11-year-old child you don’t ever think that you could ever leave the one and only home you’ve known your entire life. As I sat in the front seat of my mother’s familiar white Pontiac convertible, I glanced out of the car window to see the familiar red shutters. The paint was faded but the look stayed the same. We drove away from the house, leaving behind memories of the past. A new sign sat in the yard with the two same, old words I remember from my past,”For Sale.”
The arguments have been going on for a while; its omly been months since my seventh birthday and everyone seemed so happy.My parents voices were raised and they were yelling for hours. At this point I didn’t want my innocent 5-year-old sister to have to listen to the constant bickering.
“ Come on Carley, come with me, we’re gonna go play outside.” I said.
“Okay.” She replied.
Through the window I could see my parents yelling. I could pic kout a few words they were saying. My heart dropped as I saw that one word slip through my dads teeth. Divorce. As I stared into the fiery red shuttersm not a single tear came to my eye, just a single though. Why?
The ball dropped through net for my first point. My dad was beating me in our pick up game of one- on-one. We stayed here all day in the driveway, working on shots and passes. Every shot missed would always bounce off the bright colored, red shutters: Mom always gets angry when it hits the shutters. I recover the ball and continue on with the vigorous practice. I notice the paint slowly chipping away with every passign day.
The snow covered the ground. It was my fifth Christmas. I woke up and jumped out of the bed, ecstatic to see what Santa Claus brought me. The very first thing I notice was the basketball goal sitting in the kitchen in a box. I rushed to my paretns room and immediatley grabbed my father to run outside and assemble it. The house was covered in thick, white snow to match the color of the rest of the house. The only color that could be seend was the brightly colored shutters, lighting up through the pure, white snow.
I woke up in my car seat with a sense of warmth. The car came to a stop in a small driveway. The house that sat in front of us was white with short, white colums and a giant garage that looked like it could hold ten cars int it! As I wiped my eyes of drowsiness from my slumber, I heard my mother say:
“Welcome to your new home, baby.”
She opened my door and picked me up. As she carried me to the house, I noticed the freshly painted red shutters and the new sign planted in the green, grassy front yard. The sign read two words. “For Sale”.
