Jay was at my front door in about five minutes, he was excessively eager to make cookies—the ultimate product of generations of cookie-dough lovers would be the boy standing on my porch. He’s a very pleasant person—he has wild light brown hair and the most curious shade of blue in his eyes. He smiled ear-to-ear as I opened the white door.
“Come on in,” I said, bowing and gesturing toward the kitchen. I had already set out all of the ingredients to make chocolate- chip cookies.
“Thanks,” he bowed back and followed me into the kitchen.
As Jay and I stood together mixing ingredients, I decided I might as well bring up the new kid again—even if Jay couldn’t care less. I waited to ask him after he was done stuffing himself with dough.
“Jay, do you think the new kid is gonna be there for a while? Was this a good idea?”
“He might be around for the whole day, I guess. This was a great idea Reia, why do you ask?” He spoke with a curious tone, but his eyes looked uncertain. I paused for a moment, searching for the right words.
“Just cause…” I pouted as innocently as I could. “He might not like cookies…” Jay stared at me for a second, blinked, and then snickered loudly. He fingered the cookie dough, and then tasted it, laughing the entire time. I stuck out my bottom lip. What I said was sort of a lie—I wasn’t troubled about the fact that he won’t like cookies; I was worried that he might not like me. He seemed like one of those super-calm people, the ones who aren’t anxious about anything. I was one of those effervescent, jumpy nuisances.
“Really, that’s all? Oh, don’t worry,” he gave me a tight bear hug, while still laughing. “He’ll like them a lot! I promise.” I smiled and whispered a ‘thanks’ in his ear. Jay and I have been friends for as long as I can remember, and even though he doesn’t know what I really feel, he’s always there to console me. We finished making cookies in record time, and Jay and I stood in the kitchen sampling our culinary masterpieces.
“These are great! Let’s bring them over, right now,” Jay said enthusiastically. We piled the cookies on top of a plate and headed out the door. I scribbled down a note to my mom saying that I’d be back in a few hours. I practically bounced down the street as we neared the house—I was both excited and troubled.
The new kid’s house still looked vacant as the U-haul truck pulled out of the driveway. It had black and white paint decorating the old Victorian, an emerald- like lawn fit for a palace, and did I mention that the house was practically a mansion? No kidding, this house was colossal; it made Jay’s one-story house look like a shack in comparison. Jay rang the doorbell as we stood on the shaded veranda; a reverie of the inside filled our thoughts. A tall, stately woman creaked open the old door bit by bit, the shrill, squeaky door hinges screaming in defiance. The woman had pitch- black hair that was pulled up into a bun and a svelte dress that reached down to her ankles. She was extremely beautiful, even though her eyes were cold and lifeless, and had stony pale skin.
“Hello…do you have a son?” I inquired timidly, dumbfounded by the grandeur of the lady. She looked at me with a perplexed face at first, but when she saw the cookies, it seemed everything was explained.
“Yes, I do. Would you like to see him?” Her voice was very smooth and deep, her English flawless. She opened the door wider and Jay and couldn’t help but peer inside. There was a long staircase winding up from the marble floor all the way up to an elaborate balcony. A large window occupied most of the south wall, and intricately painted pictures hung on the east one.
“Y-yes,” For once, I was unable to speak with my heart, just my mind. All at once, a tall figure appeared at the head of the long staircase. It seemed everyone in the family was tall. The figure noiselessly crept down the marble steps, facing us carefully. Even though he didn’t watch his step, he glided down the stairs in a very graceful manner, like an eagle soaring over a city. He finally reached where Jay and I stood, stunned by the drama of his step.