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"Which floor would you want it to be on?``
Andromeda looked up from the computer screen with a couple instant message boards blipping and blinked. What? She thought for a minute... Nope, the woman standing in front of her hadn't said anything prior to, at least not anything that she had heard. She gave another blink, and then her blank face distorted into one of confusion. Continuing to look at her mother, who was busied with writing something on a notepad, she began to speak.
"Is there something I missed...?``
"What floor would you want a small dance studio on?``
Wait... "I'm confused... There's only one floor in the house, Mom.`` Andromeda continued with her confused stare, again blinking.
"Oh--Did she not tell you? We're moving. This place has two floors, an attic and a basement. So where do you want the dance studio we're putting in for you?``
Her face washed over blank again. Andromeda blinked once more, then the blank expression washed over into shock. It had taken a moment to absorb, and it was still sinking in. She paused, and then burst out laughing. "This is a joke, right? We have no money, what are we going to move with? Treeleaves?``
"Well, see here, Kiddo, we've actually beein holding out on you since before you were ten. We've had our eyes on this place for a long time, and so that's why we were so broke all of the time.`` Meda's mom gave her a nervous smile before hurriedly resuming her writing. "So now that we can make a reasonably large down payment, we won't be holding out on you.``
Andromeda's gaze went flat as she rose an eyebrow and smacked her lips together in annoyance once. "How damn big is this house if it was that expensive? I mean, really, I'm almost eighteen now.`` Information wasn't normally witheld from the teenager, so it hurt her a little bit, but it had begun so long ago that she really didn't give a damn. It was how she grew up; not like she had been denied anything major that she had wanted for while a child and young teenager, it didn't phase her. She had enough, so there was no point in being offended, Meda rationalized.
"We're going to show you tomorrow. It's only about an hour away from here, but you've never been in the area. 'Least, as far as I know, you haven't been.``
Meda typed something to the people she spoke to on the messengers and then closed out of the windows on the computer. She stood, pulling her black pajama pants up a bit and pulling her red tank top downwards in adjustment. Her lanky arm reached back in a bizzare flexibilty as she scratched her back. "Suits me.`` From here she began to walk off as she scratched at the back of her head this time. "As far as a dance floor, stick it either on the first floor or the basement. I'd hate to be up in an attic for that, what with how heat rises. Colder the room could be,`` She continued, reaching out for the handle to the door to her room and looking back to her mother, "the better.``
Andromeda wasn't sure if this was a joke or really happening. It didn't phase her terribly; after all, if it were only an hour away that wouldn't put her too far away from the people she knew. If she were lucky, it wouldn't put her too far away from her dance classes, either. Perhaps even closer, just in a roundabout way.
Besides, she didn't have that many friends that lived nearby.
She gave a tired smile as she shut the door behind her from walking inside of the room. A dance studio to herself? Meda walked over to the bed and fell on it. That certainly sounded nice.
Kecharitomene · Sat Apr 12, 2008 @ 03:27am · 1 Comments |
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