Harrison's house is actually a duplex. This is a far cry from what I thought his house would be like. I find myself smiling as I realize that he achieved all his popularity without the help of parental "support."
The walkway is short, and I pause to calm myself down before I knock. I am all to conscious of how I look, and how weird I must seem to him. He didn't even know my name before today. I tap quietly on the door, and it is opened a few minutes later by a girl who looks about fifteen.
"May I help you?" She asks sweetly.
"Um," I stutter, "yeah, I'm here for a Chemistry project with Harrison Davis, is this the right house?"
"Oh! Yes, you must be River. Come right in!" She opens the door for me, and I step inside. "I'm Harrison's sister, Ginger. It's nice to meet you."
I wonder about her cheerfulness. It's so genuine. I conclude that they must be a close family, by all the pictures lining the small entryway. She leads me into a cozy living room, and motions for me to sit down. I oblige, and examine my surroundings. A small television is set in an entertainment center that is lined with movies and DVD's. More pictures hang on the walls, most of them school pictures of Harrison and Ginger; showing their progression from cute little kids to very attractive teenagers. They always have genuinely happy, smiling faces.
I hear two sets of footsteps coming around the corner, and turn away from the wall of photos to see who is headed my way. Ginger and Harrison step into the living room in unison, both smiling at me, and I can't help but smile back. They don't have anything in common about their appearance except for their sea green eyes.
"Hey River," Harrison says, "Ready to get to work?"
I nod, even though I have already totally forgotten that my main goal in coming here is to work on a science project. I'm not really prepared, I just have to get my mind off the screaming (and other sharp objects). For about the millionth time tonight, I am wishing for a loving household like this one, but I know that wish won't ever come true. To have a loving family, you have to have love. How can you have love when you don't believe in it?
"Let's go into the kitchen. That's the best place to find cleaners. We can just read the labels tonight, and split up the ingredients into categories. Sound good?" He asks.
"Yeah." I reply quietly.
He leads me into the kitchen and I set my stuff down at a small wooden table.
The walkway is short, and I pause to calm myself down before I knock. I am all to conscious of how I look, and how weird I must seem to him. He didn't even know my name before today. I tap quietly on the door, and it is opened a few minutes later by a girl who looks about fifteen.
"May I help you?" She asks sweetly.
"Um," I stutter, "yeah, I'm here for a Chemistry project with Harrison Davis, is this the right house?"
"Oh! Yes, you must be River. Come right in!" She opens the door for me, and I step inside. "I'm Harrison's sister, Ginger. It's nice to meet you."
I wonder about her cheerfulness. It's so genuine. I conclude that they must be a close family, by all the pictures lining the small entryway. She leads me into a cozy living room, and motions for me to sit down. I oblige, and examine my surroundings. A small television is set in an entertainment center that is lined with movies and DVD's. More pictures hang on the walls, most of them school pictures of Harrison and Ginger; showing their progression from cute little kids to very attractive teenagers. They always have genuinely happy, smiling faces.
I hear two sets of footsteps coming around the corner, and turn away from the wall of photos to see who is headed my way. Ginger and Harrison step into the living room in unison, both smiling at me, and I can't help but smile back. They don't have anything in common about their appearance except for their sea green eyes.
"Hey River," Harrison says, "Ready to get to work?"
I nod, even though I have already totally forgotten that my main goal in coming here is to work on a science project. I'm not really prepared, I just have to get my mind off the screaming (and other sharp objects). For about the millionth time tonight, I am wishing for a loving household like this one, but I know that wish won't ever come true. To have a loving family, you have to have love. How can you have love when you don't believe in it?
"Let's go into the kitchen. That's the best place to find cleaners. We can just read the labels tonight, and split up the ingredients into categories. Sound good?" He asks.
"Yeah." I reply quietly.
He leads me into the kitchen and I set my stuff down at a small wooden table.
