Jennie Demos

Lemonade

Lemonade When the Fletchers decided to move to the small town of Clatskanie, Oregon from Los Angeles, Nia thought her father was crazy. It was a small town of maybe two thousand people; the air was cleaner and while she’d had no indication that people were kinder, they certainly seemed to have more time to talk. The whole town seemed like an uncomfortable sort of place, it looked strange amongst the trees Oregon was known for. Like a dusty town from a western movie--probably one of John Wayne’s, he being the only western actor she knew much about. Her grandfather would have liked the town, but he wasn’t with them to enjoy it. He was back in Anaheim. Her dad insisted that the place wasn’t so bad--there was a castle, even! He’d taken her to see it. It wasn’t actually a castle. The so-called castle was a fourteen roomed house some guy built with two towers on either side of it. There was a huge staircase in the front opening up to the yard like the grand entrance in the Titanic. Nia herself wasn’t so grand: she had straight brown hair pulled up with a spider clip. It stuck up in bent spikes from the clip, giving her a messy look. She had brown eyes, and was in a red casual dress with a white cardigan overtop that reached just past her knees and red Converse sneakers. She had black leggings underneath to face the crisp air of Oregon’s October. It was different than California weather, and she thought it was almost as if her body refused to adjust. She was always freezing. She pulled her cardigan tighter around herself.