The Day We Have Begun

Looking out from the car window, a teen girl could see a bunch of houses, all lined up a few inches apart from each other—-meaning they had finally reached her destined neighborhood. The car pulled up to a fairly average looking house right next to the wall boarding it on the left. The teen girl, who looked to be about 15, got out of the car shyly. From the girl's face alone, one could assume she was depressed and lonely. Nonetheless, she walked up to the front door and knocked, her long and wavy blonde hair flowing in the wind. After a few seconds, a young teen boy--who's hair was nearly as blonde as his new sister's-- opened the door. One could assume this boy was 14.