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- Jan 14, 2009
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- Canada
The house loomed back into view as the car rounded the last bend in the winding lane that led to it. James breathed a sigh as he pulled into the garage. It wasn't that he hated living here. It really wasn't. A smaller house in an upper class neighbourhood still gave them a lot of space, and a lot of provacy, which was a great thing to have while still living in the city. Granted, it was pain that you had to take the car just to get the mail, but it saved him a half hour of walking. He got out of the car, and stretched. James was not a huge person, just over five and a half feet tal. he was lean, but trim, he'd kept in good shape thanks to the pool in the backyard, and the school swim team. His black hair looked eternally musses up slightly, no matter what he did to it, short of using a half bottle of gel, and that just seemed like way too much effort. His eyes were a vivd green, something of a family trait in a lot of members. He slapped the button that shut the garage as he went inside.
His parents weren't home. Again. Nothing to be surprised about. They were exploring new frontiers in the business that they'd worked so hard to establish. Things had slowed down for a number of year, making sure they could keep close for their children, but now they were both older. Which to them meant that they were able to take care of themselves, and no longer needed to be looked after. That meant business trips. Lots of them. Leaving James with his younger sister. The thought was in James mind that he was old enough, he could just move out. But the he'd be living in a broom closet of an apartment, instead of here, and that just seemed like a terrible idea all around.
At the very least, his parents hadn't forgotten where they'd come from, which was lower middle class, and trhe house still looked lived in, and not like some kind of museum. He paced through the kitchen, pausing to grab a coke out of the fridge, before moving to the living room. Only to find it already occupied. His sister was there already, but hadn't quite noticed him yet. His gaze lingered on her as he stayed quiet. She was...all grown up now. To say the least.
His parents weren't home. Again. Nothing to be surprised about. They were exploring new frontiers in the business that they'd worked so hard to establish. Things had slowed down for a number of year, making sure they could keep close for their children, but now they were both older. Which to them meant that they were able to take care of themselves, and no longer needed to be looked after. That meant business trips. Lots of them. Leaving James with his younger sister. The thought was in James mind that he was old enough, he could just move out. But the he'd be living in a broom closet of an apartment, instead of here, and that just seemed like a terrible idea all around.
At the very least, his parents hadn't forgotten where they'd come from, which was lower middle class, and trhe house still looked lived in, and not like some kind of museum. He paced through the kitchen, pausing to grab a coke out of the fridge, before moving to the living room. Only to find it already occupied. His sister was there already, but hadn't quite noticed him yet. His gaze lingered on her as he stayed quiet. She was...all grown up now. To say the least.