A story of my own. (Haha)

The air plane ride was long, having to sit beside a woman and her baby. The child had done everything from vomit on his arm, to cry for the entire time he had tried to sleep. After the plane ride was thankfully over, and he had landed in America Matthew had changed clothes. Now in a black tee and jeans which looked as though they would fit his sister (If he had one)  he was ready. The cab ride wasn’t as long as he had hoped, and even if it had been raining at home now it was sunny. Matt hadn’t expected this to happen, his mother dying so suddenly. It was horrible that she had died with such ease and he was left to skulk his way to . Obviously all those years his mum had said, “Your father died in a plane accident.” Had been a lie. Matt had actually thought better of the man with the death story. Though his aunt had told him the truth at the funeral, which lead to him going before a judge.

The man was a whore. He had slept with everyone in Liverpool and now Matt had to live with him. Problem with this was perhaps he had not gotten the letter stating his arrival. Which Matt hoped he had, as he didn’t have any money left to take a plane back home. His mother had been a nice woman but, they weren’t rich. Having little money to spare, and with Matt even having a small job it didn’t help. Though for now he hoped that this man was not as bad as he thought.

Slowly Matt made his way across the lawn now, the sun shinning down on the top of his blond head. His mother had long black hair, he had to assume that his father was the blond one.The house was three stories tall, and white with large pillars. If he had not done his history he would have assumed it was the presidential White House.  His bright green eyes shown vigorously through the dark shades he had on, as the sun around was harsh. His bags were in the trunk of the cab with was now waiting on the $55.70 that he owed him. Matt would have to pay him as soon as he could muster the courage to ring the damned door bell. With one fluid moment he did it, touched the bell and hoped someone would come to the door.

There in the doorway was a very tall and lanky man, his eyes were set back in his head, and he had on thick glasses. He was a nerd in all aspects of the word, and was wearing a pink floral shirt. Taken aback by this Matt slowly looked at the door’s numbers, ‘This can’t be the right place. He is no ladies man…’ He thought as he swallowed hard, and smiled a bit wearily. “Uh..Is this Thomas Kensington’s home?” He asked his accent so thick and heavy that he hardly recognized himself. The man seemed only to smile and nod his head, of golden hair. “This is the house. Come inside Mathew.” He replied as he stepped aside. “I need to pay for the cab..” Was the voice Matt mustered, though it was cut off by a small girl latching onto his left leg. “Matty! I am so glad I gots a new brother now!” It was not the welcome he had thought, and the girl surprisingly enough seemed to love him instantaneously. Though Matt had wanted to be cruel and disobedient to this father he had just found, he had only now to smile and nod. “I guess that’s true.” He replied as the girl tugged him with large force into the large living room. The man called father was now slowly gliding across the crisp lawn to the cab.

This was not how he had imagined it, not such a warm welcome. How could he hate such a man who could let him into his home, who had a baby girl who loved him so, and instantly. The man looked like Pee Wee Herman, and here Matt was to ruin his life. “So big brother, lets go play already!” She replied her bright almond eyes smiling at him. Though Matt could only shake his head, “I can’t..I-I just got here.” ,Though it was cut off once more by another person’s voice, a softer one. “Just play with her already..she wont shut up if you don’t.” Whipping his head around Matt came face to face with his alter ego. A boy his age, with long curly blonde hair and dark brown eyes, skin so tan he almost looked baked, “She does this you know, so get used to it.” Once more Matt couldn’t breathe, his twin? It was so odd and amazing at the same time, as they could be the same person if it weren’t for the eye color and the fact that this boy was a foot and a half shorter. “I’m Michael, and that’s my sister or, our sister Julie. She is a little squirt and most the time wont shut up unless you give her a swat.” It was odd because Matt couldn’t understand how his voice had such a thick and marvelous irish accent. Had they lived in ? What was going on? Touching his forehead Matt could tell he was sweating, perhaps from the heat of the cab, or maybe the fact that he was so amazed and anxious. It was so hard to believe what was going on, and yet he found himself feeling scared for the first time to be in a new place.