1 chapter 1

Jordan Williams sat in seat 4b staring out of the window of the plane,watching it taxi the runway. He couldn't believe after a year and a half of being away from hone that he was going back. He cleared his throat and sat back in his seat and buckled the belt that was attached to it.It had been around seventy five degrees out that afternoon allowing him the option of blue jeans short and a white polo t-shirt. A pair of brown rust colored men's sandals that he had gotten from a Walmart in Chicago encased is feet. He wiggled his toes from inside the shoes and glanced down at his laptop. He was playing a chess game over the internet. It was his turn,he checked exactly where he could move his pawn just so he could get into his opponents domain. After some decisive thinking,he moved his pawn to the right of a third chess piece on the board.

Jordan pulled up to his old house,staring out at a home not really sure he wanted to proceed to the entrance. There were so many memories there that left a pang in the center of his heart. He wiped his eyes and swallowed back the pain. He remembered learning to ride his tricycle out on the sidewalk at two years old. His dad had bought it for him, his first bike; he can see the tall rail, thin tow years old boy with equally thin hands and legs boy he'd been. During that time,he was going through his superman phase and had worn a blue superman outfit he'd gotten that Christmas while he was riding. A smile formed across his face as he remembered the wind blowing across his body giving him the feeling that he was flying. Inhaling sharply he could he hear the sound of the little horn on his handle bar,warning the invisible villains to get out of the way.

Jordan laughed softly at the nostalgia and turned off the ignition. He opened the door to his rental vehicle and exited. closing the door and locking it, he stepped over the curb and walked up to the house. unlocking the door,he listened as it creaked open. the creaks were from its lack of use, pushing it completely open,he went inside and the close it. He walked down the hallway and noticed that the floor is amazingly clean for having not be walked on in two years. He entered the living, the blinds were still closed the way he'd left them, leaving the room dark and impossible to see into. He went over the mini blinds and twisted rod,allowing light to flood room. When it did, he stared out in surprise at the neat condition of the room .The furniture looked as if it had been recently polished,the floors were mopped and the throw rug that sat underneath the coffee table looked as if it had been vacuumed. He didn't recall leaving the room like this. A frown took over and he went through the living room to the kitchen. Even that sparkled,shined to the best of its ability. it was like his mother never passed. The brass knob on the cabinet gleaned with brightness. The gas stove looked brand new. Even the table looked as if it hadn't been left in choas upon him leaving. Taking a deep breath, he walked pass the back door,not bothering to check if it was locked and up the stairs feeling odd.