Creative Writing: Rhonda's House

There were many bright interior images. The generous sized carpeted living room had paneled walls, a brick fireplace, and benched seating with storage below the windows. The spacious eat-in kitchen that opened to the dining area and family room had plenty of white cabinetry, neutral flooring, and a slider that gave access to the deck, showing a slight view of the in-ground pool. In addition, a lot of the cabinets were left open and with the angel of the image, it was hard to tell what other features were being highlighted. There was a long-paneled hallway that gave access to corner views of two bedrooms, and an incomplete view of the bathroom. One of the bedroom images appeared to be somewhat out-of-focus and the bathroom cabinets were left opened. Another image showed a long room/closet that was out-of-focus. In general, the home appeared to be in fair condition.

I stopped mid-step and millions of thoughts rushed through my head. What was she going to say to me? Was she going to yell at me for not being able to do the turn? Was she going to take me out of the dance? I had never been so nervous at dance before and I felt a sense of uneasiness come over my whole body as I walked towards her.

Moving back to the dining room, you receive a more formal feeling from the room. There was a table set up for dinner which had two styles of dining were set up. Three of the four styles were American Style. These had the engravings on the silverware engraved on the front. However, there was one setting setup different. This setting was the French Style. The only thing different from the American Style here was that the engravings were found on the back. This showed us yet again how the times were changing over from French Style to American Style in what would become Federal Style.

“Don’t worry, we’re both gonna do great!” I explained, even though I was nervous too. That was the day we were finally trying out for competitive dance at our dance studio, Bleker’s. Bleker’s used to do competitive dance years ago, and finally, after I had been dancing there for 9 years, they started to do comp again!

I’ve spent my whole life living in that house ever since i moved from Georgia. We were the first people to ever live in that house, I even remember seeing them build the stairs in the house. I remember coloring the walls with every shade of the rainbow most the time it was either markers or crayons, but that’s what they make house paint for right? My room is one of my favorite

"I'm going to play the music once, and you're going to close your eyes and think about the dance. Ready?" Kaitlyn said while we were still waiting in the dressing

Needing to see more of the house, I started descending the curved staircase. I stopped halfway down the staircase and savored the view. My eyes wandered around to the rooms that I would no longer use. Rooms that were once filled with people and belongings were now piled high with

“Well I didn’t. So. Maybe it’s you that really doesn’t. Wouldn’t surprise me,” she said angrily.

“So, yeah, you all are sitting around me with your established lives—” She paused, and placed a hand on Rachael’s arm. “I really am happy for you guys. All that love and babies and shit is great.”

She was staring at a wall. Metal, with a greenish tint to it’s cold, water stained surface. Confused and still half-asleep,

Rhonda was drumming her fingers on the bar as Alex and I walked in the door. She smiled. Her mom was pretending to do dishes at the sink.

The mirrored walls. It was like walking into a fun house exhibit. There were dozens of copies of myself as I moved from the front hallway to the kitchen. Everything was black, red, and white with dragons everywhere. It was a far cry from my Aunt Jo’s house with the plastic covered couch and painting of French Aristocrats dancing at a ball that hung on the wall. I’ll stick with the plastic covered furniture, thank you.

I’d been here before. The house wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either. It was one story, with a living room that opened into a dining room and then a kitchen. The bedrooms were in the back – three of them. Haylie and I would share a bathroom that connected two of them.

The house looks the same, it was a small two bedroom with white wooden siding. It took me a moment to notice her car that Renee and Phil had shipped the previous week. It was a birthday gift for me, for all the hard work. It was another moment that I noticed that Charlie had already climbed out the cruiser to attain my luggage and was heading towards the house I followed.

The diner was huge, that's what she said. The golden curtains were set aside allowing sunlight to illuminate the place, double glass doors were in the left middle space, revealing a garden full of all types of flowers. I could see a circle shaped pool, it managed to be even clearer then the one in the driveway. A few windows were open, allowing natural breeze to enter, it felt nice.