My mom was proud of us when we got home. Proud that we’d gotten exactly what she needed and, I guess, proud that we were able to do it on our own. I walked over to Elise and put the straw of my slush in her mouth so she could sip some. I could tell she liked it, so I sat next to her and gave her a few more sips.
“How’s the weather outside?” my mom asked.
“It is so hot, I thought I might melt.” I told her. It never got that hot where we used to live, at least not so early in the morning. I was thankful for the ceiling fan above my head. Even though the air conditioning was on, I needed the extra breeze.
“Did you have any trouble?” I heard my mom ask, as a jumble of thoughts started to fill my head. Trouble? Hmm. I mean – was being suddenly in a different place from where I was a second before after being practically blinded by lights no one but Noah and I seemed to see considered trouble?
“Nope.” Noah said simply. OK. I guess that meant I didn’t have to answer. Having a little brother could be convenient...
I tried to put the whole tunnel thing out of my head and I took Elise to the new tiny room we shared. The room was rectangular and because of its size and where the door and closet were, there were very few ways to arrange it. My bed was on one wall, Elise’s on the other. Between the beds, there was space that wouldn’t even be wide enough for another bed – maybe 3 feet—and on one wall, there was a freestanding closet, with shelves and hanging space. It could probably hold about half of what my closet back in US could hold – and I had to share it with Elise. The room was so small that there was no way I could fit in even a small desk. I guessed that meant homework at the kitchen table.
I tried to keep myself from being upset about how tiny the room was and started unpacking my clothes as I told Elise a story about princesses who turn into frogs and end up deciding that being a frog is much more fun. It ended with them hopping around a fountain happily, avoiding princes whenever they came by. When I finished unpacking my clothes, I took another suitcase and unpacked some of Elise’s. I wanted to take a break and do something else, but I couldn’t think of anything to do and it was definitely too hot to be outside.
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