By Robbie Creweso
A Move, A New Life, A Change
The BlueBay House
Light bulbs. They always fascinated me. I could sit all day tapping a light bulb and listen as the wires make noise. I put one down into it’s box. I was in a police car with my Da. Who was a police officer, we were moving back to Canada. We had crossed the border two days ago. I was born a Canadian but a few months after my birth Dad and Mom…… Well they moved to New York. That hadn’t turned out well.
But now I was in this car. Going to the Hudson Bay in Ontario. Were there would be a new house. A new home a new life. I sighed, and picked up my “Perfect” drawing note book. I always drew perfect drawings on it.
What should I draw? I thought. Then I was drawing a boy. Lets make him a native. My pencil was silent on the paper. Long hair. Check; make it black. A black pencil crayon was in my hand. I drew with great enthusiasm. Gnawing on my lip as I often did as I drew.
“What are you drawing lass?” I felt his gaze on my neck. My Dad always had this gaze that always made me frightened. Maybe he got it from his Scottish Father and Mother. Maybe because he was a police officer. Ether way I answered him.
“A were boy.”
“Eh? An what else lass?”
I burst into laughter. My Father grinned.
“He’s a werewolf Da an’ he’s a native.”
“Ye were all ways was, for Tae natives lass.”
“Aye! An’ now that weill be liven next door Tae ‘em!” This was true next to the town was a small community of Sioux. Da smiled again.
“An’ dinna forget Tae ‘ouse!”
“Da!” My father could not tell the difference between a brick and a house. The last time he picked a house well……
“Do ye remember last time ye pick out Tae house.” I reminded him.
Da always liked it wen I dropped into the Scottish accent. He had the border accent, unlike my uncle.
“What’s the house like!!” I begged. Forgetting my drawing, and looking at my Da. He was 32 years old. With a clean shaven face. Brown curly hair and black-blue eyes. Hew grinned wickedly.
“Nay lass, ye will see soon enough!”
I was squirming in my seat. I really hated wen my Da held secrets from me. I could not wait till we got there.
A Half hour later Da shouted.
“Awaken Lass!! Terr it Tis!”
And “Terr” it was. A Blue sign saying:
“Welcome to BlueBay Pop-2,000.”
We drove on. Then a three way crossing came up. On the left was a small battered sign.
Sioux Village of the New Start
The road was also a dirt one.
“They like tradition.”
The town was soon upon us. It was Sunday, so I was not surprised at the groups of teens, that were on the streets. They all stared at the police car. And why not? They hadn’t had police in there for years! The station ran out of officers about ten years ago. But now that two good officers were moving back to their native land well.. The government had given us the town as our own.
“Were is the house?”
“On Sea Rd. The last Rd. in this place. The High school is fifteen blocks away; due east.”
We reached the Rd. soon enough. The town was not wide but long!
Turning up we drove passed several houses. Each one we passed I asked.
“Is it this one??”
“Nay,” Da would answer. Then I saw it. It was my favorite blue, the house was. A small two story just right for me, my Da and of course Uncle Diggity. The Fattest man on the planet. Uncle Diggity was a planet in his own self. AND proud of it! His green police truck was parked in the large area of grass next to the house. The trailer was parked next to that.
“This………Is the……….House???” I looked at Da. His smile was as big as a house.
“Aye lass. Do ye like it?”
I was speechless.
“Aye!” Was all I could say.