As I sat in the cab outside my new home one word kept coming to mind over and over, mind numbingly taunting me. Small. This couldn’t be my new home. I mean I knew I had angered my father enough to banish me but to be sent to this? Stepping out of the cab I smelled the scent of the distance surf carried on a light warm breeze. The bright sun glinted in my eyes, shielding them I continued to stare down the house delaying entering as if it kept the reality of it all from sinking in. The cabbie carried the bags to the door, pulling out a set of keys from his jacket he unlocked the front door giving me a better chance to peak in with out leaving the safety of the sidewalk just yet.
I watched him put the my trunk and other luggage inside, the only remaining pieces of my life besides this house and my name that would ever connect me to my family. The family that I had angered and disappointed so much that I, Vanilla the fifth, the first born heiress to the Meringue family would be banished from my homeland Sugaria. Off I would be sent to the melting pot of Sweet Valley. On the cab ride over I had been able to marvel quietly to myself behind my sunglasses about the inhabitants and the town. Colors of which I’ve never seen before flashed in front of my eyes. Until then all I had ever known was shades of grey and white.
Inside I found all the basic necessities a decorated in a comforting array of white and grey. The thoughts of small came echoing back as I realized that there were only 3 rooms to this house
A common living space which made up the kitchen, dining room, and living room
A bedroom humbly decorated.
And lastly a full bathroom supplied modest amenities.