Emi hated traffic Of course, you’d be a little odd if you didn’t, but in New York City, traffic was a necessary evil, in a way. She peered out the window from her mother's Camry and wished herself away from the latter's cursing and ranting. A common occurrence when she became stressed, she observed. Along with the insufferable racket of her mother, the colorful city lights, and the blaring of car horns and alarms, Emi became more and more fatigued. More than she already was, in fact, causing her eyelids to begin to give in to gravity. “So, girls, did you enjoy it at all?” her mother, Gwin, asked, without sounding as if it mattered if they had liked it in the slightest. The traffic had become much lighter: a sure sign that home was
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Their family's pride and joy: their beautiful brick cape cod. Impeccable pruning and decoration, with shrubs and flowers and many paintings a year, it was no surprise that the people who lived in it were all clean freaks. Now, Emi only thought about this little fact for the sake of her neatness: one shrub beside the porch steps was somewhat… out of place. She couldn’t place how or why, either; it just …show more content…
Her head remaining down, Emi rammed straight into her mother, almost knocking her small frame to the ground. To add to this already strange happening (Gwin would’ve scolded her before she got an arm’s length away), her mother said nothing and readjusted herself. Silence. With a mumbled “sorry, mom”, Emi became aware that her sisters were gone, and a rush of further embarrassment engulfed her. She should've gone with them inside the back door, there was some sort of memo she missed! Then, the reality of the situation struck her. If Gwin was for once not yelling at anyone, this was far more disturbing than any insult or scolding summoned from the deepest pits of the lawless wasteland that was her mother could conceive. Something, whether Emi knew what it was or not, was wrong. Something was not right. Emi’s eyes betrayed her, and they crept slowly and rather dramatically up to look at the front door. Gwin had spent so much time perfecting that door: the paint, the placement, and any other linguistics she could think of were there. In the middle of that perfect, lovely door was a mark.
Chipped paint. Gwin's worst
Their family's pride and joy: their beautiful brick cape cod. Impeccable pruning and decoration, with shrubs and flowers and many paintings a year, it was no surprise that the people who lived in it were all clean freaks. Now, Emi only thought about this little fact for the sake of her neatness: one shrub beside the porch steps was somewhat… out of place. She couldn’t place how or why, either; it just …show more content…
Her head remaining down, Emi rammed straight into her mother, almost knocking her small frame to the ground. To add to this already strange happening (Gwin would’ve scolded her before she got an arm’s length away), her mother said nothing and readjusted herself. Silence. With a mumbled “sorry, mom”, Emi became aware that her sisters were gone, and a rush of further embarrassment engulfed her. She should've gone with them inside the back door, there was some sort of memo she missed! Then, the reality of the situation struck her. If Gwin was for once not yelling at anyone, this was far more disturbing than any insult or scolding summoned from the deepest pits of the lawless wasteland that was her mother could conceive. Something, whether Emi knew what it was or not, was wrong. Something was not right. Emi’s eyes betrayed her, and they crept slowly and rather dramatically up to look at the front door. Gwin had spent so much time perfecting that door: the paint, the placement, and any other linguistics she could think of were there. In the middle of that perfect, lovely door was a mark.
Chipped paint. Gwin's worst